Regulus Black Actor Novels & Stories

I refuse to play the meek, submissive girl for him right now. He is an arrogant, cruel bastard. But as I look into his midnight blue eyes, framed so prettily by long, dark lashes, with his shoulder-length dark hair falling around his sharp jawline... a reluctant, petty thought crosses my mind. ‘He really is eye candy,’ I think dryly. He isn't on Dean Grayson's level, of course. In my mind, the white-haired sorcerer has already taken the absolute top spot for pure, breathtaking looks. But Regis has a wild, unsettling beauty of his own— a rogue prince who looks like he belongs in the dark rather than a throne room.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

“Boss, there isn’t much information about Meadow, just that she’s a renowned doctor.” I slammed the table. “I know that already, fool! What else did you find out about her?” “S-she has a child, and she’s engaged to Ethan Enrique, the owner of Oriental Energy. He was recently named the richest man in the world. And he doesn’t joke with Meadow and their daughter.” “I see. That will be all. You can go for now.”

I said nothing. Greg shifted on his feet, watching me with growing nervousness. Finally he sighed. "Sir … you're being quiet. That's more terrifying than when you're angry." I almost laughed. Almost. Instead I set the tablet down and leaned back, thinking carefully. People made a common mistake about me, assuming I acted emotionally. I didn't. I acted deliberately. And Kelvin Hart had just made a very expensive miscalculation. "Greg." "Sir?" "How many actors and models from Kelvin Hart's agency are currently collaborating with Blackwood Entertainment?"

I was led into a sitting room, and there, like fate itself, stood a woman draped in regal midnight blue. The Luna Queen. Lysandra. She was… breathtaking. Raven-black hair swept into a flawless crown braid. Eyes like cut obsidian. Skin like polished bronze. Every inch of her radiated strength, and every bone in my body screamed at me to bow. So I did. But it wasn’t enough to stop the cold. “So,” She said, voice smooth and low, “you are the little Omega. The one foolish enough to look the future Alpha King in the eyes and dream he could ever be yours?”

Even Reila, who usually looked like nothing could touch her, was staring at the screen with tight lips and lowered eyes. I shifted my gaze across the room until I found him. Regan. He was standing near the front, frozen. His shoulders were squared, his posture perfect — as expected — but his face... There was no hiding it now. His lips were parted slightly, as if he had forgotten to breathe. His eyes — those piercing blue eyes — were locked onto the screen, glassy, haunted. He didn’t even seem aware of the people around him until the screen slowly faded to black, and the music softened into a final, lingering note.

“Why would you hold my son hostage and give him such a disgrace in a sacred gathering?” “He flaunted my orders, insulted my Luna, disrespected my beta, organized his own set of cohort in my pack etc…I could list them for you but I don't have all the time in the world.” “That’s not true, Regan is a Beta of the Red stone pack and does his work diligently. He even made sure to save you from the lady you allegedly brought to the pack as Luna!”

I want everything in my power and control because I am perfect," he added, smiling at me. I flashed him a grin and tapped him on the forehead as I said, "No, you're not perfect. You're human." His expression changed when he looked at me with sharp eyes. But ignored his reaction and said, "Come on, let's go. We should get our things ready and leave this place." "Let's swim first." With his shorts off, all I could see was a big bulge inside his black boxers. I wanted to close my eyes and remembered putting that whole thing inside my mouth before! Damn! That was so embarrassing!

I asked again. “You’ll know soon enough. He will capture you and peel your skin off your flesh!” The other Rogue said. He seemed to have tapped boldness from the first one. Good for him then. Boldness is a good trait for— Focus, Isla. “So, Gregonn is a guy?” “We are Gregonns!” They both recited, startling me in the process. “Geez, guys.” I clutched the left part of my chest. “Save the energy. “

Even Leo’s breath caught. She was brilliant. Calm. Deadly. Reginald’s face darkened. “You think you can destroy me with theatrics?” he sneered. “You’re a footballer, Miss Duarte, not a crusader. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” Maya’s lips curved faintly. “Neither did you.” And that’s when Leo’s voice cut through the hall, amplified from the booth. “Sir Reginald Sterling,” he said, his tone razor-sharp. “You’re under live scrutiny from over two hundred million viewers right now. Every feed, every camera in this building, every broadcast—streaming straight to the world.”