Story Of The Black Widow の小説・ストーリー

As the convoy entered West End territory, Andrew casually asked, "How does West End's leader, Madam Vostokoff, compare to Atlas and your organization in terms of power?" Dylan explained, "Madam Vostokoff, also known as the Black Widow, is the most inconspicuous of the Jayrodale's four underground leaders. But don't underestimate her—she's ruthless. Over the years, whether it was Tony before, Atlas, or me, we've all tried to take over West End's territory, but no one has succeeded." "The Black Widow?" Andrew asked, surprised.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

The air turned to ice. "Black Widow" was the one word you never said. Rumors flew after my father’s death. That she was a curse. A woman who brought death to her own husband. It was the one scar that never healed. The one line nobody crossed. Marco was still laughing like a maniac. "You killed your husband! You're the reason the Valenti men are all dead! And you'll kill your daughter, too! You're a praying mantis who devours her own—"

She walked over to the vanity, picking up one of my hairbrushes and turning it over in her hands. “Well,” Lira whispered, her voice losing its usual bounce. “If she’s talking about the Extinction of fifteen years ago... then the tea isn't the only thing burning. The whole history of the Black Widow pack is built on those ashes, Angie. And I think it’s time we stopped asking your parents for the map and started digging up the graves ourselves.”

Just like her first boyfriend and everyone I had sex with since, I didn't take no for an answer, very few of them, in fact, I soon felt the disappointment of hearing from them that I was an idiot incapable of love. They would regret it, it made her simply become nothing more than a murderous whore of the worst kind who didn't accept their traditional dispensations, never say no. It was thus that halfway through being received by the masters of the clan, she became known by two names, the black widow or crazy god. She had a repetition of events, dismissal, sex, before death, it seemed like she spent more time killing than living her life or having sex. The arguments, the fights, for her to be

Kayda's POV I'm shifted into my dragon and sleeping in a cave right now. What the fuck did I do to myself? This is all that bitch's fault. If she hadn't been his fated mate, I would have had him. He didn't think I could be faithful to him. He's probably right. There is no one man who can keep up with my appetite. But he would've never known. I am the black widow of dragons. I started out fucking the warriors. But when I got tired of them, I started hunting outside our kingdom for a man who could just fuck me once and be done. That man didn't exist, so I started killing them as soon as they started asking for my number. I enjoyed it too.

She says, “I know it was wrong of me, but Clayton had just showed interest in you, and I needed to save him from Hailee Leech. I am sorry for not considering both your feelings.” Her apology had sounded very sincere and warm, I was not going to dwell on it, forgiving her was the only option. We both hugged after our conversation and she prepared tea for me, and we talked about lot of things. [Third person POV] Hailee Leech a woman known to many as a black widow, though many parents warn their son about her, they still fall for her tricks. She had been married for almost a dozen times and killed one of her husbands for his wealth. At twenty-six she was already a multi-millionaire because of t

“Mr. President, yes! I want this all. Since the first time I entered your house and saw you in uniform, I admired you! And when I saw you topless while swimming in the pool area, I wanted to drown with you in pleasure! So yes, Mr. President. I want this. I want you to fuck me. Pleasure me all you want. I’m yours, my body is your ownership, your name is written all over my system!” I gritted my teeth at that sudden confession of Helen. I completely forgotten Elizabeth and Morgan—two people that are important in my life. Morgan made me to wrong from my wife, but Helen made it even worse. She makes me a demon more than what I am today. I am completely damaged and drown with lust. I can’t take i

Her fingers lift to my chin, tilting my face slightly like I’m something she’s inspecting. I stiffen instantly. “Look at you,” she murmurs softly. “All grown… and scheming. Doing things your own way,chasing your dreams” My jaw tightens under her touch. “Get to the point, Chloe,” I say coldly. She hums, ignoring my tone. “Alright then… brother.” Her gaze sharpens.“I’m here to ask about the little widow.” “And what about her?” I ask, my voice edged. She exhales slowly. “She really is his old lady. The lawyer confirmed it a few days ago—we can’t touch anything unless she allows it, I still can't believe Warrick did that to us.”

Emboldened by the whiskey, I blurted out, "Unless you have a miracle cure for being a genetic dead end, move along." His eyebrows inched up, intrigued and not leaving me. “Well since you won’t leave , I guess I should tell you a little bit about my life ...” The words rushed out of me. I started telling the strange man the sad details about my life. “ I thought I am supposed to be a wolf shifter, destined to find my true mate. Except every mate I'd ever had ended up horribly killed through no fault of my own. I was the proverbial black widow - a cursed woman doomed to a life of loneliness and misery. “ I yelled in tears.