Micah Black Novels & Stories

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Ace said, clearly annoyed at his younger brother. “When was the last time I ever listened to what you had to say? I don’t work for you,” Micah shot back with a confident smile, unbothered by Ace's irritation. Ace stood two inches taller than Micah, their similar features strikingly apparent. Dressed in a grey hoodie and blue jeans, Micah was just as handsome, his sharp grey eyes scrutinizing me with a mix of curiosity and mischief. “I see why this fucker likes you; you’re gorgeous,” he remarked, a playful smirk on his face.

Chapter Fifty-Two— Daemon fucking blackwood ☆Micaiah's POV☆ I drove. No destination. Just drove through Phoenix at midnight with my hands clenched around the steering wheel and rage burning through my veins like acid. She'd gone on a date with Daemon. My Mali. With Daemon fucking Blackwood. The man who wanted me dead. Who'd killed my operations. Who was circling closer every day, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And she'd smiled at him. Laughed with him. Let him buy her dinner.

Black The Origin Chapter 16: Break Through Alkhun was pinching down Amari To the ground, she has nothing to do but ache in pain. "Wow, did you see that?" They are starting to catch the attention of the guild members. "Did he just beat Amari..." A guy whispered. "Yeah, we all know that Amari was really the strongest here in the guild--" "Tsk." They immediately shut up their mouths when they realized the presence of Hezekiah behind them.

Micah is everything I can imagine wanting in a man. He’s tall. He’s dark. He’s handsome. God, is he handsome! From his jet black, perfect hair, to his broad chest, V-frame and muscular body, he exudes masculinity and power. His eyes are steel blue, which makes them particularly shocking because of the darkness of his har and his incredible, full beard. As far as I know, he’s a Daddy. At least, none of the Daddies and little girls hide the nature of their relationship at all when they’re in front of him.

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

“I hope that is accurate or else we’ll have another case on our hands. It’s bad enough you have already killed six men from that pack. Micah will do anything to get you.” “Well, I can assure you I have no plans to kill anyone else. Okay, maybe the person who has Valeria, but that’s it.” I catch sight of Micah coming out to the arena. He is not pleased with my actions as his stomps echo around the space. “So, you killed him. Tell me, Kendric, did he beg to be let loose? Did you give him a moment to yield?”

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

"One of the Mafia was arrested, the deaf guy. Once he was released and questioned back at the base, he said someone, a certain Becca, tried to force information out of him. Dan reacted on impulse when he heard the name, so he sent me to find out." "Let me guess. You plucked a single strand of my hair when you intentionally bumped into me, didn't you?" "Becca, I..." "I can't hear anymore of this." I said and walked past him. Something new to me. It was either I finish you off or let you live, only pain would be present to keep you company, clinging to you like a lost puppy. The smoke from our cars had ceased, the scene remaining in ruins. I decided on walking on the sidewalk along the old, sc

I growled, snarled, trying to pull against the restraints. “I’m sorry, dear little bird. But we had our fun and now it’s over.” I felt the air grow cold. Micah was taking deep breaths and I felt him summoning a power. My eyes went wide as I realized, he was over 1000 years old. He had a power and he was just fucking with me this own damn time. I pulled harder against the silver wraps. Tried to pull them out of the ground. My breath was ragged as I kept pulling, aware that Bryan was holding back Logan from helping me. I glared at Micah, who had his arm out, his finger pointing at me. He took one more deep breath and I heard a deep boom. Closing my eyes, I waited for the impact.