Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

It was like he was trying to control himself. James gulped in fear, sensing the same anger which I did a few moments ago. "But Master, I had no choice when Louis Madison blackmailed me by saying he would kill me and my son if we didn't comply with him and that was the re---" "Shut the fuck up you bastard!!!" He gritted his teeth in anger. "There's no forgiveness for betrayers, and you know this rule very well." I tried to step back when that psycho pulled out his gun, but his men held me back in their cage of hold.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

He admitted. "Can I get that kiss now?" He asked. I turned to the three seated. "Did you get it?" I asked. "I'm not stupid, doll. I ain't giving you this phone." The dark skin said, holding it firmly. I smiled. Now he proved to be a Mafioso. The game was just beginning. I turned back to the dress shirt guy. "Do you want to sit or the kiss?" "Both!" At his position, I stood up, kneeing him on his groin and throwing him on the chair.

Presently, Nicole is sprawled on her bed, on her night wear, thinking how her life had turned to this. Her once peaceful life had turned to a sham. A complete one, living with a Xander she had no idea of, a life she couldn't even rule. Messy. She sprawled her hair apart, before sinking on the soft mattress, clearly but a little weirdly, she had come to learn that the black colour that wavered around the whole manor brought a soft feeling to her chest.

I thought, giving mom the look. "Oh really.. That's good to know " Damian said with a smirk looking at me. I turned away feeling embarrassed. "Ma'am, I would love to pay your hospital bills to the last." Damian said. I was so shocked at his sudden outburst. Yeah, it was nice of him to pay, but there was this gentlemanliness of being quiet about it. There was really no need to let my mom know. Mom suddenly fell quiet, before finding her voice. "What? Kira.. what is he talking about?" Mom asked with tears in her eyes, groping my arm.

The real sadistic Stefani was standing before him. Stefani repeatedly hit Jonathan's arm and even pinched it hard, "Why are you so stupid?! Did you forget Mr. Ten is coming tomorrow?!" "Ow, stop it!" Jonathan tried to protect himself but got hurt even more as he tried to do so, "I know, okay? But, ow! Hey, stop it!" "Stop? You're the one who should stop this nonsense! You can't drink tonight!" Stefani shouted, hands ready to attack Jonathan again.

Just one long table set for two, candles burning low, crystal reflecting light like secrets. And there, he stood. Adrian Blackwood was dressed in black, tailored, precise, devastating. No tie. Shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal strong forearms. His hair was slightly undone, as if he’d run a hand through it and forgotten to fix it. His gaze moved over me slowly, and so did he.

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.

Again. A loud bang came from somewhere upstairs, startling me. Voices. Hurried footsteps. Flashlights. Ryan's back up was here. The footsteps bounded down the steps and into the room. Men clad head to toe in black, armed to the teeth. I turned away from them, burying my head into the crook of Luca's cold neck. They could kill me now. I would rather die here with him. The men did not move or speak for several seconds. And then finally, a hand tapped me on the shoulder.

All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead. Another sob drifted up her throat when he finally entered her, and pain; mind numbing pain scorched her at the harsh thrust. This might not be rape, but it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|