Taming Mr Black Drama Short Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business contracts and even seeking more clients, not standing backstage in a fashion show. "Ah! Mr. Black." A familiar voice says. I turn around to see Terrance Clay approaching me with a woman clinging to his arm. She's pretty and I'm sure she's his wife or his mistress. It might be the latter.

_Damien’s POV_ The moment I stepped outside the building, the noise hit me immediately. “Mr. Blackwood!” “Mr. Blackwood!” “Did you know your wife was cheating?” “Will you be suing Mr. Kingston?” “Did Mariam confess before she died?” “What about Isabelle?” “Is she still your daughter?” Camera flashes exploded from every direction. Security formed a wall around me as microphones were shoved toward my face. Questions came so quickly they blurred into meaningless noise.

Most of their sponsors and investors scheduled their day to be free that particular day, that’s why they cannot change it anymore. With the aid of the rookie model, Nixie, he knows that not only the runaway show would be a great success, it would also bring big shots who can help expand their company. “Mister Su, will this be a good substitute?” his assistant disturbed their training session for a minute, while raising a maroon dress with flower patterns. It was elegant and looked comfortable. The man who was wearing a casual white tuxedo, and a navy blue bucket hat assessed the dress and within thirty seconds replied, “No, it is not good enough, find the other one I have hidden,”

Black; that damn man didn’t leave the mountain for almost all of his life, yet this damn man had just appeared in his house after he left a few hours ago. Master Black looked at his fellow and snorted coldly. “Damn you, you didn’t invite me to your house; how could you do this to me? Can you imagine how heartbroken I’m right now?” He grabbed his chest and pretended to be hurt.

Run as far away as she could. If Mr. Black found her, she was as good as dead. Hell, he could kill her on the spot. Should he find out she did that to his beloved wife, she was dead meat! She had seen their interactions and the improvement in their relationship. Agreed, Mr. Black hadn't treated Avery wrong when she first arrived but she could see he now doted on her.

Then why this setup? She glanced back as the door suddenly closed. Is this what a drunk man looks like? Standing straight and calm, as if nothing happened? “BK, what kind of drama is this?” she asked, pretending to be annoyed. “Baby…” “What? You called me here just for this? Do you know how nervous I was?” She started smacking his arms over and over. But she stopped when she realized he wasn’t even dodging. He just let her hit him. “Are you done?” She fell silent. “It’s okay if you can’t accept my apology yet. Just notice me, that’s already enough.”

“You see, about that-“ Mr. Black’s face dropped. Although he wasn’t much older than her, the scars on his upper eyebrow and numerous tattoos made him look like a scary person. “You don’t.” Throwing his cigarette to the floor, his whole demeanor became threatening as he took another step closer. “I think I’ve been too lenient with you, Noelle. Now, I want my money. I’ll give you till the end of the month to cough up your daddy’s little debt, else, mommy would be joining him next.” He gave her a silent look over before stepping past her and heading back towards his car. Shortly after, his body followed, each throwing a look of their own in Noelle’s direction, before filling into the car.

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.

“I know where your family lives, the schools your cousins attend, your businesses, your secrets.” He paused. “So tell me,” he continued, “what do you think will happen if I decide to kill all of them?” He laughed again. The room became quiet, I slowly stared at him, I know he expected fear but Instead, I smiled a small dangerous smile. The smile slowly disappeared from his face. Sky stepped forward and brought out a phone. “That is good then,” I said calmly. “I advise you to watch this video.” Sky pressed play, Mr Black frowned, but a few seconds later his face changed completely—shock, pain, fear.

And turned on. “You sure about this?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. She licked her lips. “No. But I want it.” The door opened before she could knock again. Mr. Black stood there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the ink on his chest. His eyes dragged over her, then over Miles. “Well,” he said, lips curling. “Look who decided to play.” They stepped inside. The door shut behind them. Loud. Final. “Strip,” Mr. Black said, voice calm. “Both of you.”