Regulus Black Actor Novels & Stories

The last thing he, or BLACKEAGLE, needs is for the news media to catch evidence that not only has our leader come back from the dead but also begin slaughtering his enemies indiscriminately on the street in a bath of blood. Reggie isn’t just Hunter’s best friend, he’s his second. Sometimes my love also plays the roll of double, keeping enemies confused. They are close in size and build, and from a distance with their gear on, you can’t tell them apart. He’s also Grant Group’s lead PR person and the only person other than family who can talk Hunter down from his murderous berserker rage. Reginald Carter is Hunter Grant’s fixer, the glue that keeps things together, including our boss.

He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, a stark contrast to Wyvern’s reckless leather and Dragon’s half-naked dominance. He had sharp, aristocratic features, his dark hair neatly swept back, and wire-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. I knew him! It was him! The second of the triplets! Gregor Blackblood. He slowly closed the ledger and removed his glasses, setting them neatly on the desk. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, devoid of the feral madness of his father or the wild chaos of his brother. They were entirely analytical. Cold. Piercing.

That was when I knew my gamble had paid off. My husband, Victor Villani, was the head of security of the Russo family, and he had to always stay by the Don's side. However, he was missing in action on this very day when there was an assassination attempt against Frank, and it was because he was busy cajoling his mistress, Aurora Blanco, who had left in a huff.

But there was something deadly about his tone. I didn’t answer. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time. He didn’t blink. By the time he reached the last step and stood in front of me, I felt like he had already taken me apart without even touching me. “I’m Mason Blackwell,” he said. “Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. And you are?” I lifted my chin a little. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to speak. “Cassie.” He repeated my name slowly, like he was tasting it. “Cassie.”

Standing up to something I knew nothing about. Who is really after me? And what do they want? The scene of the accident involving Jumia was still playing fresh in my mind. Worst of all, there was no trace whatsoever of who was orchestrating all this. The cops had longed given up on the issue. I bit the inside of my lips hard, drowning in my pain and misery when a familiar car pulled into the building, capturing my gaze. I wouldn’t have paid attention to it if I hadn’t known who owned this particular black Benz.

He is ruthless when angry. His argument with Talia seemed so realistic that I couldn't see them ever being friends again. Turns out they are both great actors, their anger and tears were all fake. It was all meant to make me believe that they had broken up and the chance to have the stunning King is finally mine.

Regulus answered her unasked question, Tahlia stopped in front of them and looked on in shock, just a little more unexpected drama and that would be the end. “What is happening here? What is happening?…” nobody answered her, they were all dispersing slowly to their various cars, she shook her friend's sleeping body and nudged her to wake up, beta regulus growled at her and stepped away. Beta Regulus walked past her with a daring look on his face, she has never seen him like that, she just met him today but she thought he was nicer and more human than Caspian, even in their house back at the white sun pack, he was the most reasonable one.

Regan shouted at Luke, ′′So how is that? I'll make you now my slave here Kyla. Would you mind if I ask you to give me water?" Regan ordered me, while I was just looking at Helix, hoping he winked at me, that's the signal of pretending but he just ignored me. I just stood up and obeyed the command of the gay bisexual Regan! It feels great to beheaded someone! If only I wasn't able to be patient maybe this would be deads!

The man the world adored. He wasn’t cursed. He was cursing his own blood. I looked down at Roman, fast asleep now against my chest, completely unaware of what I’d just uncovered. His fevered skin pressed against me, burning hot. I held him tighter, not because he needed comfort, but because I needed to keep myself from shaking. Because now, I finally understood. The Blackwoods weren't cursed. It was one man. Reginald Blackwood. Just a man —a father— who decided that no one in his bloodline deserved to live long enough to replace him.

The driver started the car, and they drove out of the penthouse. “We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced as they pulled up to the courthouse. Reporters swarmed outside with their cameras as Elara and Damian stepped out of the car. Spotting Damian Blackwood and his wife, the media rushed toward them. “Mr. Blackwood!” one of the reporters shouted, thrusting a microphone toward Damian. “How do you feel about today—the downfall of the Regars?” With a smirk on his handsome face, Damian replied, “I can’t say exactly how I feel, but…” He paused for a moment. “It’s karma, and they must pay for all their evil deeds.”