Sky Dweller Black Face Novels & Stories

an older woman with heavy makeup said. The bald man is popularly known as Wick and he’s a famous contracted killer. He fled the city many years ago after setting Black’s house on fire to wipe him out with his family but fortunately or unfortunately, he survived. When he learned he had messed with the wrong person, he was ordered to disappear for a while by his client but little do they know that Black William never forgets his enemies! He arrived yesterday and he already had information on him. Right outside the door is Black standing with his men ready to barge inside and demand answers from this man. Who gave him the contract to get rid of his family and why?!

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"My marked alpha is absolute perfection in the sheets and on the throne logs. Compared to his giant frame, Thorne Blackwynd is a total beta loser with no raw power. How stupid would my wolf have to be to look at that stray dog twice?" "Anastasia—I mean, Zafira?!" my roommate, Selka Dreadmoor, shrieks from the window logs the moment my boots kick open the door of room 517, her face twisting with an immediate flash of bitter female jealousy. "Why did your skin come to the campus grounds without your heavy black face-paint and rogue clay?" "If your own snout likes that ugly, garish slave-makeup so much, Selka, why don't your own paws smear it across your fur?" my mouth replies with an icy, free

Diego was the name of the richest man in the world. They all turned their attention to the burly figure behind Sean. But his face was obscured by the umbrella, preventing them from seeing it. They soon realized what was happening and burst into mocking laughter. They looked at Sean like they were looking at a clown. "Punk, of all the people to impersonate, you chose Mr. Black? Do you really think we are some third-rate faction that hasn't heard of Mr. Black? "Just so you know, since Mr. Black returned to Skye City, he's been indulging himself at the Mirage. He wouldn't bother with the likes of you!

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.

"Can see you're painting my house and it looks so good." I almost jumped out of fright. He was here. I slowly turned around and I held my breath. This man was drop dead gorgeous even though he looked worn out. His eyes were so red. "Mr. Black." He literally face palmed. "Just call me Dre. I prefer that to that stupid name you call me. I'm not even black for fucks sake." "Huh?" Wasn't that too personal? "But Mr.... " He raised his perfectly carved brows. "Do you want to argue with your boss?"

The next day at the Von Strudel mansion, it was not a normal morning, the family had received an unexpected visit, it was Markus Blackwood, the powerful werewolf warrior, leader of his pack; in the human version of him he is a manmuscular, with an imposing presence and an intense gaze. He has a neatly trimmed beard and black hair, which he usually wears short and messy. Her facial features are strong and angular, with thick eyebrows and a straight, prominent nose. She has deep dark eyes that seem to peer into people's souls.

“Aw, Miss Diane Black, it is so nice you’re awake.” The voice scared Diane. She stood up straight and turned around. There was a guy with grey hair. He was old guy was be looked as though he worked out. Not that working out helped his appearance any. He had several scars on his face as if someone took their nails deep across his skin. “Where am I?” “I’m know as Breaker and I don’t answer questions.” His voice was cold but firm. “Breaker, what kind of name is that?” “That’s none of your concern! What you do need

Far from the chaos of the city, it was the perfect hiding place. Dewangga was boiling water in the small kitchen when Davian dragged himself onto the terrace with the help of a wooden cane. His face was no longer fully covered, revealing permanent scars that had reshaped his features. “I need a phone,” Davian said suddenly. Dewangga turned. “For what? So Vivian can track you and send more killers?”

KIARA POV A faceless man! I can't believe they actually removed his face, the Darkwood are known for how brutal they can be, but this is really extreme. “Xander, that man does not have a face anymore," I uttered. “Yeah , he was kind of very annoying and stubborn, so we had to deal with him a little," he said with a smile. A little, he calls this a little, I almost died because of his stupid attack, and he definitely deserves worse than this, but he just got here, and he already does not have a face.