Mookhyang Dark Lady Novels & Stories

Grimkeeper conceded with a nod toward the center of the room. Lady Long, whom Steve had earlier pegged as a diplomat of some kind, had abandoned all pretense of civility. Her body, now fully exposed, was covered in scales that shimmered like rubies in the dim light. Two massive men—were they even men?—had her trapped between them, one claiming her from behind while the other thrust upward from below. The dragon lady's face was a mask of ecstasy, her long tongue lolling as she surrendered to primal pleasure.

The group craned their necks to look at their benefactor as he walked by with the twins. "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! KELLY! IT'S HIM! THE BRONZE MAN!" one of the ladies screeched and jumped to her feet. She was tall and very thin. Ben saw she had an oversized button pinned to her dress that said 'Maid of Horror'. The woman with the bows was next to her feet and her button said 'Bridezilla'. She was much shorter and a little plump. The rest of the group scrambled to join them.

Gloria didn't respond and that was when I got distracted by the colorful display on the large screen. My picture from one minutes ago was boldly displayed on the left side of the screen and on the right side was a couple of information. 'Global Notice - Name: Sofia Di Marco Age: 21 Status: The Di Marco Queen Syndicate Resources: Full Control Personal Balance: 502.98 billion dollars' I read slowly and my fingers trembled as I did, "Name, Sofia Dante...Age, 21...Status, The Di Marco Queen...Syndicate Resources, Full Control...Personal Balance, 502.98 billion dollars ..."

Tony finally said. "Oh, come on, Tony, don't play coy. We all know Natalie's... strengths," Mr. Whimper said, shooting a look at her. "Let's not waste much time; time is money," he said as he stood up. "Let me introduce you to the new face of Dark Production," he added with a clap, and immediately the sound of a lady's heels approached. His smile grew wider as he gestured towards the door. The door swung open, revealing a stunning woman with long black hair, her black dress revealing her curves.

After all, he already intends to leave Quirino. But, why did she feel something was wrong? Her heart wasn't happy with it and couldn't keep up with the way her brain was working to account for the situation. Why is that? “10 Billion?” Daniel raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "I didn't know that a woman like you was so shameless in extortion like this." "A girl like me?" Morana rubbed the tears that fell down her cheeks roughly. "Don't you forget that this kind of woman makes your brother willing to do anything for me." Morana replied with a triumphant grin.

the lady behind her desk said in a monotone, A lady with dark brown hair and blue eyes got up, smoothing her teal dress, plastered an amorous smile, she resembled confident yet intimidating as she sashayed inside the room titled with the CEO's plate. My chest consumed her hardihood that was radiated all around the hall, every bit of my confidence shivered uncountable time as many prettier ladies came out wiping their mascara-mixed tears, even though I wasn’t for his offer but still it affected me for sound reason, perhaps he could be the one suggesting or rejecting me, but why? Did he own this place? I cocked my head to the girl behind me and whispered, “Does Mr. Grande own this organization

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No one else can see it from the outside except these two. Moira hesitates again as Two leads her into the shack. Inside the shack is a single room with a bed. On the bed lies a woman in her thirties with long, dark hair. Her face is not quite beautiful but there is a vivaciousness to her which is enticing. She is not wearing anything at all, her slim body on open display. There are several bite marks on her snowy skin. “Get in, Your Majesty,” Two grins. Moira winces. This is not the first time she has done this but each time makes her feel disgusted and cheap. However, she has no say in this.

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he