Shayla Black Wicked As Sin Novels & Stories

“You stole something from me. You tried to deliver it. Tell me who gave you the fucky order.” The man’s lips trembled. He coughed, blood flecking his teeth. “You don’t understand. He’s worse than you.” “I’ll take that as a compliment. Speak.” He broke. Just like that. Whispers cracked out of him like leaking steam. “Vance. Vance Halifax. He—he worked for Blackwell. Fired for laundering. He’s been building an alliance. Clara. That woman claiming she’s pregnant. Some on the board. He said you’d be too in love with your fake wife to see the knife coming.”

“You filthy little sinner. tempting me…runing me…” “Yes! Yes, I’m bad. Punish me, Father Khatri,” Matthew whines, arching into the touch and Khatri’s cock weeps behind his zipper. He yanks the boy’s shirt off, tossing it across the room, and then rakes his nails down Matthew’s oddly pale skin, leaving red welts. The boy’s cock twitches between them, leaking more and more stream until Khatri grips it in his large fist. a moan rips from Matthew that’s so erotic, it has to belong in sinful places like Sodom. His head falls into the crook of Khatri’s neck and he rasps. “Please, give me more.”

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

“Black-tie gala. Friday. I want you on my arm.” Her eyes flickered in surprise, and then interest. Then something that looked a lot like triumph. “Am I still on the clock?” She asked, raising a brow. “No,” I said. “But you’ll be working.” *** The gala was a haze of strings, glass, and the view of too much money in one room. Vanessa arrived in a black dress that wrapped her body nicely. It was an open back, high slit dress that had a dangerous neckline. She knew what it was doing to me. She always did.

SIERRA When we pulled apart, Dante's eyes shifted, indicating someone was behind us. Just in time, I caught a flash of a short jet-black-and-red ombre wig and bronze skin disappearing from the lounge. Scarlett. I shot to my feet. "Oh no!" Bloody hell was more like it. My heart nosedived into my belly as the air thinned around me. I glanced at Dante, who had stretched his legs and spread an arm on top of the couch, more relaxed than ever.

he demanded, his voice laced with anger. Sabrina's face broke into a grin, but to my shock, she transformed into an unfamiliar woman. She was striking, with black eyeliner accentuating her midnight-black eyes and black lipstick on her lips. Her white hair cascaded like snow, and she wore a black corset dress that added to her enigmatic allure. Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly.

" Leya's own fist clenched the shattered teacup into a hard ball. She did not need to hear Shayla speak his name — Samuel Blackwood had made himself at home in her own personal hell for quite some time now. Shayla's fingers shove out, snapping staccato on the envelope. "This. This is where we start. This doesn't scream his name yet, but I feel it. My whole gut is screaming it was him. And now? Now we get our revenge." Leya's breath caught, "Shayla, if we do this, there's no turning back. Samuel is powerful. He's merciless. If he discovers that we're the ones who— Shayla thudded her fist on the table, the noise deep and resolute. "Then let him burn with us. I'd rather die trying than to have

“I think there’s a misunderstanding here. What do you mean?” Shaila stepped away from Mayeli and went to pour herself another glass of whiskey. She leaned against Killian's glass shelf and gulped before she resumed talking. She was wearing a big black top with a few stylish holes on it, black shorts and black Jimmy Choo heels. She looked beautiful as always. “First off, you’re the bastard father had with his damn mistress, but fortunately, she died giving birth to you.” “What?” Shaila kept talking, ignoring Mayeli’s shock.

“What the hell are you saying, Clarissa? Everything? Like—” “Everything, Ray!” she hissed, her voice breaking. “And they’re blackmailing me. They said if I don’t ‘cooperate,’ they’ll send it to Raffael.” For a moment, he just stared at her, his jaw clenching tightly. Then he leaned back, running a hand over his face. “Son of a— Who the hell would do something like that?” “I don’t know!” she said, her voice rising in panic. Her hands trembled as she fumbled to open her phone. “That’s why I’m here. What am I supposed to do? If Raffael sees this—”

scary in general. "This can be our new hangout point" Shayla said staring at the place wide eyed, her jaw was basically touching the now shining tiled floor. "You and zee have similar psychopathic taste" Hadiya scrunched her nose in distaste. Talk about being a girly girl.