Slave Bl Novels & Stories

“If he dies… I’ll never forgive you.” Sable smiled without looking back. “He won’t. I gave my word. And unlike the Circle, my word means something.” They reached the sleek black snowcraft—a long, armored vehicle with glowing side panels and an engine that purred like a beast ready to hunt. The doors slid open automatically. “Inside,” Sable ordered. Lena stepped in. The warmth inside hit her instantly. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, encrypted data, and real-time feeds that made Lena’s stomach drop.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Even with the accusations against him, he’s proven once again that he has the thought on the wellness of his citizens pumping his heart’ “Fuck, Remy,” Blake’s voice suddenly went softer. “I’m so hard right now and it doesn’t make even a single fucking sense.” “Blake. Was your father—?” Slink suddenly appeared in front of me, his hand instantly hijacking the paper in my hand as he shushed me. I stared at him, wondering what the fuck was he doing before Blake’s voice came out in my ear, cold and irritated. “Who is with you?” Slink smiled, pointing at another door— somewhere I’m sure led out of the backrooms and mouthed the words ‘take a stroll. I’ll join you later’, his grin still on his face.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Madiba's past made him hate himself so much that he feared killing himself and meeting his mate in the afterlife was mercy for him. "As a LATENT your powers are limitless and can only soar if you keep pushing yourself" he barked. He discovered that being a LATENT means that they have no wolf but have the powers of a wolf. But the powers will only appear with extensive training, much more than a wolf. That was what he told Blake and after a contemplating, Blake realized it was true. He trained his sense of smell that's why he was more than others. Blake did everything Madiba asked him and gradually he could feel the difference in his body but sometimes he felt like it was a waste because he k

Isn't it the system from hell? Xiao Yao System: Don't be silly, the system from hell only exists for scum users who occasionally appear lost in the system. Yu Liang: (!!!) Xiao Yao System: Just that the personalities of these souls are very strong and difficult to break, especially our protagonist who is obsessed with music and nothing else. Yu Liang was silent for a while absorbing these fragments of information about the Dark BL system and some of the system's grand universe secrets.

“Now, go. I need to finish all of this before going to that boring place." After finishing all the papers, I went to the bar called Delight. It looks like a normal club that everyone goes to when they want to dance and drink however it has a secret that no one knows except for those who are loaded with money. This is where the Sweet Delight is. A human auction for slaves or whatever you want to do with them. They don't care because all they care about is the greens that the buyers have in their wallets and banks. I went to the bartender and ordered a special drink called Sweet Delight that can only be ordered there. After taking a sip, I moved my finger to tell him to get closer.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one