Noir Novels & Stories

Andrius asked as he pointed at the assassins. “Two days?” Noir’s expression turned serious. Upset, he grumbled, “Andy, you can question my taste but please do not question my professionalism. Give me till before dawn. If I cannot get anything useful from these little twerps, I’ll be ruining my own reputation.” Andrius saw the eagerness on Noir’s face. He nodded and said, “They are all yours.” “Alright!” Noir rubbed his hands eagerly and ordered his men to bring the surviving assassins into the helicopter. He then flew off with his prize happily.

The drive to the main office is a long one. .... "Louis told me that you lost the seal" Mistress Noir says, her gaze unwavering. I lower my gaze as I await her bombshell scolding. Mistress Noir as she is popularly called, is my boss of three centuries. She is a loud red head with claw-like nails that are always painted red. Her lips are colored with black lipstick and have always been that way. Her temper is outrageous. "I apologise. It was not my intention to lose the seal" I say and she slams a palm on the desk. I don't flinch because I've gotten used to this act of hers.

Nate was his to taint and corrupt as best as he wanted, not anyone else. Matteo looked at him, with a smirk on, he knew exactly what he was doing and this made Spade to growl out lowly Nate nodded almost eagerly oblivious of the exchange between the two brothers "Well..." Matteo drawled out as his eyes left Spade and landed on Nate again, he could feel Spade's hard glare on him "..cazzo means..." Spade was quick to cut him off, making Nate to quickly look at him, his clueless and innocent eyes falling Spade's hard glare on Matteo.

They had always acted under orders, and nobody had dared to summon them without warning. If an arcane seeker or a wandering soul had been bold enough to do something like this, they would have already dragged them down to hell to suffer for it. Dressed in a dark official robe, Noir stood beside Blanc. He had an indifferent expression, his features sharp and menacing. A heavy wrath clung to him as the iron chain in his hand swayed lightly, letting out a faint clinking sound. His eyes were filled with irritation, and he was just about to snap at whoever had summoned them so rudely.

Noir thought he was finally going crazy. He’d been up for the past hour watching his mate sleep. He insisted on her sleeping with him on the bed and now he couldn’t be happier. Her deep red hair spread like a fan contrasting deeply with his dark sheets. Her long eyelashes sealed her eyes. Noir found it very difficult to watch her. He restrained himself from kissing those plump pink lips. It was a sweet torture. He was about to stand from the bed and watch her sleep when he noticed the black writings on her wrist. It was a tattoo.

I say sarcastically, “Is she okay though? Any idea how long this will go on for?” “I really can’t say….” Tilly says but is interrupted when the clue energy starts to dissipate and Nova lowers back into her standing position. She opens her eyes and look at me, rather than her normal blue they are black and gold, they look almost like liquid swirling around in her sockets for a moment and then clear back to normal. “What. A. Rush” she says looking at me and grinning from ear to ear. “Why are you all stood around looking so serious for?” she asked.

Remain calm and collected. “Now that you two met. I will take my leave.” Nicolai left the office, leaving just two of us. Noir let go of my hand, taking a look at the office, “For a daddy's little princess this place is too dark, don't you think?” Noir's voice was cocky, as he stood in front of the photograph and watched it intently. Ah! Now I understand what this animosity was. I am just a spoiled princess to him. Not someone who can work hard. “It's perfect. Raven also symbolizes rebirth and prophecy.” Noir chuckled at my words, his dark eyes staring at me.

“Oh don’t be a coward Keanu, you can’t reject a duel. And I’m going to win this throne honorably” “Honorably? Do you think this is honorable? Plotting against me, using the witches, almost killing my mate? Noir is fucking dead because of you and you think this is honorable? You’re a fucking idiot” He tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot and all I saw was murder in his eyes. Who the fuck is this man? Slowly he spelled the words out for me “Noir’s death was a mistake and I had no choice when it came to Jade but if you’re so mad that I almost succeeded in killing your mate then fight me because if you do

Noir stayed silent, not letting his train of thought be slashed in the middle. So after passing silence, Bon spoke again, "Why don't you just pull her back and fight the devil?" Bon knew that when he said that, Noir's thoughts will be cut off and he's bad for doing that, but Noir thought he was under the influence of alcohol so it's okay to tease his brother a little. But he guesses he pushed him a little too far with that statement. Noir's face became serious, he emptied his glass of rum and said, "I can't. I cannot fight the devil."

Now she pays the price. The fake Sarah stood above us with the knife. She smiled with cold lips. “Now only one sister remains. Choose me Maya. We understand the dark things we did to survive.” Richard Cross pointed his gun at Liam. Damien aimed back at Richard. Guns pointed everywhere in the big room. Chloe cried in Marcus arms. Sophia and Elena held each other tight. Everyone waited for my next move. My naked body felt cold. Cum from earlier still stuck to my skin. I felt dirty and small.