Miss Kitty Black Ink Crew の小説・ストーリー

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

“Don’t use these cheap tricks on me. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Harvey’s calm words rendered the woman stunned. She suddenly let out an odd shriek, preparing herself to battle. “Enough, Black Ink. Stand down.” Katy didn’t expect Black Ink to take action all of a sudden. “He’s an exorcist. He’s here to save my grandfather, so don’t do anything reckless,” she quietly reminded the dark-skinned woman. Black Ink froze after hearing those words. She stepped down and grinned at Harvey, though she said nothing.

Liliana agrees making Kitty blush as she plays with her hair, becoming bashful at the compliments. “I’ve never had a problem with the pack members of New Moon, just Alpha Lucas. I’m very proud to serve under Luna Liliana and Alpha Ryder, they’ve been amazing to all of us. Like you Raven they’re making amazing changes improving the lives of the pack members,” Kitty explains, reaching over brushing Aiden’s hair back as he smiles up at her.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

"You have a skilled Marker in your midst. Do you know that? He tried to take my precious kits from me. Not even for you, just out of some kind of rage." "Ink is not one of mine. Our alliance has dissolved... Even so, he is not prone to rages." Agent pressed his lips together in thought. That didn't sound like Ink at all. He was the most gentle with the kits from the Rodeo no-furs, giving them their barcode Marks as carefully as possible. He would not harm unborn kits without good cause. But what other Marker was there? "Ink? That would be Jinx's brother? No." Doll shook his head and stared at the ground, clearly at war with himself about how much more he wanted to say. "It was one of your Ha

“Chin up Jamie. He has at least two other people trying to help him inside the pack. We just have to find a way to help him get back to Crimson Dawn.” I shake my head as I stare at the ground. “I really don’t think that’s the best thing to do. Helping Cole to run is incredibly dangerous for anyone involved. I can’t let you get mixed up in it. Not when I’m his beta.” “I’ll have a better idea of what’s best after I talk to Alpha Black.” Just as Jamie tries to speak again, Molly walks in with Cate, Britt and Jerry. “Who’s Alpha Black?” I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum.

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

There are not many things there only a desk with a chair, a bookshelf that's full of books, and a television on the wall. I quickly stepped forward, "SD agent, Katarina Clyde, code Eagle Team." "SD agent, Scout Kipper, code Cayote Team." "AD agent, Kelly Crawford, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Johan Marshall, code Kangaroo Team." "SD agent, Britt Preston, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Minnie Lopez, code Eagle Team." "AD agent, Hade Fox, code Eagle Team." I turn my head quickly to 'Hade'. Nice try, you impostor.

The mate bond between us was warm and certain across the distance. The lead representative was a woman named Casteel, mid-fifties, with the efficient precision of someone who had spent her career processing situations rather than understanding them. "Alpha Blackthorn," she said. "We received reports of a hybrid attack in this territory." "You received reports of a child in crisis," I said. "The distinction matters." She looked at me with that processing quality. "Three pack members were injured," she said.