Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

' Tammy exclaims visibly amused, jumping on the bed with her legs crossed underneath her. Come on, Ner, you've seen the guy. Would it be that bad?' Sesh bursts out laughing. The thought of Tammy being blackmailed by a hot guy makes her laugh with tears. I can't believe you said that!' she attacks her again, this time with a pillow. All the tension from before vanishes into thin air. The lights go out, signalling the curfew is already in place, leaving Tammy with no option but to sleepover. I'm glad you told me' Sesh's whispered words float in the night. Me, too. Good night.' She responds before drifting away.

he told me, winking at me. "And yes I watched fifty shades of grey last night. So I have learned many things from it. And I am looking forward to practically do all the things I have learned from it. Are you interested to practice it with me," Mr. Noah told me, with a devilish smirk appearing on his face. What the hell? First of all he was with me last night, so I know he didn't watch any movie. I asked as I could come up with no other thing than this.

Black? As I was still looking around, I hear loud whispers. “Mr. black has returned.” A maiden yell at others and the whole party of workers of the mansion rush to the door. Their head in a bow. I noticed the fear and anxiety that lurk around them and how frightened they were to even speak of his name. The door is open by an old man and the presumed Mr. Black walks in. OH.MY.GAAAAADDDDD

Edwin and I both whirled to face it, his hand tightening on my shoulder. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” we heard an irate Mr. Black bellow from behind the closed door. “Believing some good-for-nothing kid over an esteemed member of our community…” “The evidence is clear, Mr. Black! Kindly see yourself out before—” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll see myself out, alright.” Suddenly, the door flew open so hard that it banged on the wall behind it, and Mr. Black stormed out, his face red with fury. His eyes landed on me, narrowing dangerously as he took quick strides straight for me. “There you are, you little—”

I nodded in appreciation and walked away. I headed toward the side door, when Tammy called my name. I had totally forgotten all about her. Making my way back over to her, I felt embarrassed and excited. “What?” she asks as I sat down. “Nothing, nothing.” I shook it off. “Don’t lie, it doesn’t look good on you.” She laughs and dug in. “He paid for lunch.” “Who? My future husband?” She said joking, which I didn’t find funny. “Tammy!” “What? They say speak it into existence, so I am!” She laughed, flagging me off. “His name is Mr. Black, and yes.” “Tammy Black…eh, I guess I would have to get used to it.” She laughed and kept eating. Me on the other hand, I had lost my appetite. I would never sa

Bowing to the brooding man, Sara clenched her fists and answered him. “Everything has been taken care of, Mr. Black.” *****

Mister Black said to himself while smiling. Since Oscar is the one Cecelia is dancing with, Mister Black became less at ease, as he went to sit down, but didn't lose his guard of looking over Cecelia. Mister Black has been sitting in the club for more than five hours now and could see that Cecelia is wasted because Cecelia could no longer stand properly on her own. The plan of Oscar was quite obvious because he had drugged Cecelia without her being aware. Mister Black was already fed up with Oscar's childish game, so he got up from his seat, ready to carry Cecelia home, but then huge men from nowhere suddenly surrounded him, as if they were aware of his interior motive all along.

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“That drunk piece of shit showed up at Cameron’s door at midnight? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I let out a shaky laugh, still replaying the scene in my head. “Yeah. He was totally wasted, Em. Screaming, banging on the door, calling me every name in the book. He tried to punch Cameron and ended up face-planting on the floor like an idiot. Security had to drag him out while he kept yelling ‘You ruined me, you bitch! You’ll fucking pay!’”

Nero now spent more hours with the soldiers than at home, and she kept herself busy painting her canvases, staying far away from anything mafia-related. All we could do was hope they’d find happiness in that marriage, just as we hoped Frank would find love again and put an end to his nights of heavy drinking. "Daddy!" My kids’ shouts snapped me out of my thoughts, making me look straight to where they ran. Marco stood at the door, his face dirty, a cut on his forehead, his suit completely covered in blood, looking like he’d been through hell. But he knelt in front of our kids as soon as they ran to him.