Pollux Black Novels & Stories

he takes his jacket and dims the lights before leaving the room. I take off the ripped dress and throw it on the ground. I lie down and close my eyes. I can still hear his voice and feel his disgusting hands against my skin. I turn around and I smell something good on the Black Tiger’s pillow. I recognize the perfume he always puts on and smile. It smells just like him. I take it in my arms and hug it tight. I sleep a few moments after.

"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."

Frustration—over the rejection, over him, over everything—surges through me. “Fine.” I snatch the pencil and pull the sketchbook onto my lap. “Watch closely.” One second later, his phone buzzes. I sigh, crossing my arms. “Sorry,” he mutters, setting the phone face-down. “Let’s continue.” He barely gets the words out before more notifications start going off in rapid succession. “Are you going to turn that off or not?” I ask, irritation thick in my voice. “Okay, okay.” He holds up his hands in surrender, reaches over, and flips the switch to silent. “No more distractions.”

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

The blond enforcer stood there, naked and lethal, his gold eyes still rimmed with the black ink of the beast. "Release him, Kan," Gideon rumbled. His voice was a physical weight in the room. Timothy’s eyes darted between them. "Gideon Blackwell. And the 'MadMax' of the Nelblack syndicate. I’m in a room with two walking corpses." "I haven't used that name in years," Kan said, his thumb brushing over the pulse point in Timothy's neck. He leaned in, his breath hot against Timothy's ear. "But for you, I might bring him back."

She opened it and brought out whatever was inside of it. Some photos came out and fell on her hands. Seeing those, Stacy's ground beneath her feet perished. It was some intimate pictures of her with Sebastian from that night. Both of their faces were visible clearly. Sweat bids formed on her forehead and her heart was in her mouth. Why did they take her pictures? What was the purpose? So, someone was blackmailing him? "Why did they send you this?" She asked. Sebastian scoffed. "Oh! Don't play the innocent here now," his voice was full of mockery and anger, "You want to ruin my image and the reputation I had built over years, don't you? Or maybe because of the juicy news for CityScape?"

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

He selected video four, and the holographic screen expanded a little more by playing the video. A man of about 25 years old with long black hair with a beautiful bluish glow, he has a slightly fierce male face, thanks to his sword-like eyebrows and his phoenix eyes with dark lashes. The glow of his blue eyes was very relaxed, which was very much at odds with the person's entire fierce appearance. He looked at the camera and smiled kindly, his gaze softening so much, as if the person recording could soften this wild wolf just by looking at him. Then he sat down on the bench in front of the white piano that seemed to be illuminated by the golden rays of the sun.