Regulus Black Actor 소설 & 이야기

"Hah! Claire, you think you won? Do you know why your mom really died? Because I showed her intimate photos of me and Marcus! She had a heart attack right there and died crying your name!" Hannah stared at me with wild eyes. Marcus looked stunned, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "Claire, I was so wrong..." Hannah was arrested. Her family and lawyers tried to use her supposed severe depression to plead for leniency. However, Jason dug into Hannah's medical records and found out she had been faking the whole depression thing. Hence, Hannah went to prison. Marcus was left permanently disabled and would need a catheter bag for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, the entire ballroom would have seen me turn bright red at my husband’s bold shameless words. Before I could come up with a smart reply, the lights in the hall dimmed dramatically. A single spotlight hit the stage. Every head turned as Reginald Blackwood stood in front of a microphone and tapped it once. He wore no mask. Hudson stood a few feet behind him — also unmasked — looking every bit the stoic enforcer in a black suit that looked like it would rip if he tried to flex his biceps a little. Reese turned fully toward the stage, every muscle in his body going tense the way it always did when Reginald was involved.

He said to himself while I grew confused, what was this male prostitute saying. “Tell your stupid boss that his plan will not work, you probably took the videos right, he wants to use them to blackmail me to collect that deal, tell him that he will not get it even in a million years”. He said angrily. “What are you talking about and who is Regan?” I asked with a confused look. “Swear that you do not know Regan?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, acting like he did not believe me. “ I do not know whoever Regan is” I said frustratedly.

His black outfit, which seemed like a spontaneous choice, even gave me a slightly interesting impression. After meeting the Blackwood Brothers—I decided to call them that from now on—there was one thing that immediately intrigued me. I was curious—curious to death—about Reggie's appearance when he was younger. Because, gosh, just look at his four sons: they're all incredibly handsome with their own distinctive features. I no longer doubted that Reggie was a lady-killer back in the day.

It must be a coincidence and the media just blew it out of proportion just for buzz. I swallowed my fear and mustered the courage to check it out. I wish I hadn't but how could I have kept ignoring it. Hailey was right after all. Marcus lied to me just to go out and meet Anna. All the pictures and videos were posted by Anna with the caption, “ If he is yours, he will find his way back to you.”

"This is the Rogue King's token. This token can command all rogue members in the region." He turned it over, showing the intricate engravings that marked it as authentic. "This isn't some replica you can buy. This is the real thing. Only the Rogue King himself can grant these." "No wonder those rogue wolves obeyed her every word. She had the authority to command them." Marcus looked directly into the camera. "I could doubt everything else we've seen, but this is the Rogue King's token! Physical evidence of treason." "She wouldn't use such a brutal death to frame someone, would she? What kind of person plans their own dismemberment just to make someone look bad?"

“And who are you?” “Gregory Noir of Blackbird.” He offered his hand. The slight smirk that played at his lips suggested a man who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted—who he wanted. “Albertus Reginald.” They shook hands and Carrie swore the air sizzled when their skin touched. The two of them looked like a sensitive bomb. One wrong move and they would turn this place into a state of chaos. “Nice meeting you, Albertus.” Greg’s voice was smooth with just the right balance of charm and authority.

It had once turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in its wake. Adrian starts crying and regrets what a big mistake he has made. He realizes that with his own hands, he killed the girl who truly loved him and killed his own baby, who was not even born yet. The pain of killing his own baby makes him look at Bella, and Bella’s words echo in his ears: "You will regret it."

Arthur was a revolting man, and I found his blood equally revolting. Arthur was supposed to regain some control over his body at this point. However, perhaps I had hit him too hard. Arthur struggled with great difficulty and finally managed to get on all fours. He stayed on his knees and slammed his forehead against the concrete floor over and over again. Loud thuds could be heard. The muscles on Arthur's face twitched. Both his tears and blood dripped from his chin. "Please forgive me, Olivia. I know that I'm wrong now. I beg you. Please forgive me… Please…"

Alpha Enzo's silence was more menacing than any outburst could have been. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared down the rogue who had the audacity to return alone, leaving behind the rest of his fallen comrades. The rogue's tattered clothes were soaked with blood, some of it his, most of it belonging to the others who hadn't survived. He looked terrified, as though he knew the moment he arrived that failure would cost him dearly.