Taming Mr Black Drama Short นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Taylor watched helplessly as the man-made a motion with his hand, sending the wolf pouncing onto the woman. She screamed as the wolf held her down, pressing her roughly into the floor. The man leans down, glee lighting up his features as he watches the woman struggle. “Since you’re so unwilling, we will just take what belongs to us. Finish.” The man turns, eyes locking onto where Taylor stood, a cold smile etched onto his face as he pays absolutely no attention to what the wolf was doing to the woman.

When i get there im surprised when i see Ace arguing with Mr Blakk. " Think about my offer, you have less than 12 hours to decide or all your dirty laudry gets out to the world." Mr Blakk says to Ace. Who looked very angry i wonder what dirty laundy he is talking about. It happened so suddenly one moment Ace was pacing around the next he was holding Mr Blakk by the collar.

"What do you mean?" "The baby who died..." Jim sighed heavily, looking at Elvis sadly. "Not your baby." "Damn you!" Elvis pushed Jim so hard he fell out of his chair. The chair also fell behind Jim's body and made Elvis's treatment room, which was originally quiet, suddenly became even more noisy. “You think I'll believe your bullshit? That's great, Jim. You purposely made up stories to make me more excited about my treatment, right? Tch, nonsense!"

she said the last statement with a relieved expression. “So, start talking,” she demanded. “Okay, I admit the guy looked really good look…” “Hey Ava! You can't just describe his look as average!” She half screamed and half whispered. “What i saw wasn't ordinary.” “Tell me everything without missing anything,” she said, pretending to cry. I chuckled and started my story. “When I got to the bar…” “Ava!!! I don't know what you did, but Mr Blackwell is demanding to see you and, boy, he doesn't look happy,” Seth, my colleague, shouted. Both Sarah and I looked at each other with fear.

We don't need a condom! "I don't think it's just up to us, buddy," Black sighed, aware of what was at stake for his soul mate. Black knelt between Bianca's legs and ran a hand nervously through his hair. "I don't have any, Love." "Oh," Bianca replied, her voice's disappointment and frustration now clearly audible. _MARK HER!" yelled Mr. Wolf. GO GET SOME STRAWBERRY JAM! PLAY DUMB, YOU FOOL!" he whined, dragging himself to the floor. OUR MATE IS RIGHT THERE...

The atmosphere in the room was tense as Elara’s words lingered. Mrs. Blackwood was frozen, her face showing a mix of shock and anger. Damian, on the other hand, remained silent, his arm still wrapped around Elara’s waist. “How dare you!” Mrs. Blackwood finally sputtered, her voice trembling with rage. “You insolent little—” “Mother,” Damian interrupted, his voice firm. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” Mrs. Blackwood’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Damian, you can’t be serious. This woman—”

My voice slices through the growing tension. "I don't have a guest. I didn't introduce anyone to you as my--" "Fine, I get it." I say and remove the extra plate. My growing headache has given me certain courage I didn't know I could have and Mr. Robinson is staring at me in shock. He opens his mouth to say something when the dark-haired lady sweeps in wearing his t-shirt. Her black, short hair is in a tousled mess and she has no make-up on compared to last night. Her face looks oddly familiar but I look away and turn to get a mug for Mr. Robinson's coffee.

Jamila smirked, taking the cigarette from him. “And Raheem?” he asked. “Raheem has his own plans,” she replied, building a new narrative. Mr. Black screamed in horror as he punched the punching bag angrily. He was pained and furious. The thought of his wife in bed with a man he didn’t recognize made him even angrier. “How could you do this to me, Georgia?” he groaned, drinking from a glass of alcohol. Caspian entered the underground training room and stared at his father in the ring.

My fingers shake as I reread the message. “Enjoy the attention, little maid. You won’t like what happens next.” A chill creeps down my spine. I glance up. Damien’s eyes are still on me, sharp and unreadable. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t smile. Just watches—like a wolf deciding how best to sink his teeth in. I shove my phone under my notebook and force my breathing to slow. I am not about to have a public panic attack. Not when Grayson is still beside me, stealing glances. Not when the entire room is filled with rich kids who would love to see the poor scholarship girl squirm.

" Come on let it out man, come on cry, come on it's okay." He looked at me, pouted then let that little tears slip followed with pool of tears " Good buddy, cry." I hugged him and he started sobbing " I already missed her dad." " Me too babe." End flashback " Dominic? Where did you go this time." Sierra asked " We need to work, no time for talking, we have to destroy the Blackstone." To be continued...