The Man From Blackwater Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

He wanted so badly to do something but he knew that his father wouldn't take to kindly to the insubordination. Riley fell to the floor in one motion. Not only did Vermont have a beastly attitude, he had a beastly appearance. His body was massive and laden with muscles. He had a dark beard growing on his face and cold emotionless crystal eyes. It was that blue that you find in the waters of the Caribbean Islands. Deadly. Beautiful but deadly.

"Guess who I am?" Sawyer's neck shifted stiffly to the right. He saw the man was grinning widely at him. His whole face looked like the Joker he saw on television a while ago. The man was wearing a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. His dark-disheveled hair fell over part of his forehead. Sawyer seems to know who this man is. "You... aren't you Silas Carlos' son?" "Thanks. You know me well. Now sit on the toilet." The muzzle of the gun presses hard against Sawyer's temple. There is no choice but to follow this evil man's wishes or his head will explode next to his jacuzzi.

Why would they need a camera unless they were planning to film something and send it to someone and the only person they’d want to send anything to was— The door opened. A man walked in and I knew immediately who he was even though we’d never met. He was younger than I expected, maybe early thirties, wearing expensive clothes that looked completely wrong in this basement. Handsome in a way that made my skin crawl because there was nothing warm or human in his eyes when he looked at me. He circled the chair slowly and I tracked him with my eyes because letting him get behind me felt like signing my own death warrant. “So you’re the human that has Rhys Blackwood so twisted up he’s willing to s

​The man in black reappeared near the edge of the marshes and he looked at the approaching unit of trackers and then back at me with a frustrated scowl, and he realized that the odds were no longer in his favor even if I was wounded and bleeding out in the mud. ​"This isn't over and I'll be seeing both of you again very soon because the Drakes don't like to lose and I always finish my contracts one way or another," he shouted while he stepped back into a deep patch of shadow and vanished completely as if he had never been there at all.

Black finished what he was doing first before turning to him, his dark eyes staring right back into his. "I am who you don't wanna know. Because if I do tell you who I am, then you must die. Do you still want to know?" He started to move towards him, like a predator, and stepped slowly like a snail. Not even hurrying to his prey, as if he was sure he won't get anywhere even if he were to run. "Stop moving or I'll shoot!" he warned, gripping his gun tightly. Black continued to walk as if he didn't even understand his language at all. "I said to stop moving!" He was tempted and panicking when he didn't listen and just kept walking. He released a shot, Black sidestepped it. His speed so fast th

He leaned closer, his hands grabbing my shirt. The fabric tore. I screamed. “NO!” This couldn’t be happening. Was this how I was going to die? Broken and alone in the forest? Then suddenly— A deep, powerful growl echoed through the trees. The rogues froze. Heavy footsteps approached. And then I saw it. A massive red wolf stepped out from the forest. Its golden eyes glowed with fury. “Sh*t,” one rogue muttered. “We crossed into Red Water territory.” The wolf shifted into a tall, muscular man.

Dave paced the length of the hotel room, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Mandy sat on the edge of the bed, watching him anxiously before turning to the hefty man standing in front of them. “Are you sure he’s not going to survive?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency. The man, known only as Red, smirked. “I’m sure. I hit him hard, right on the head. The force alone was enough to kill him. If you must know, I’ve never failed a mission. That’s why I come highly recommended.”

the man in black added callously, a hint of amusement in his voice. With great effort, Mr. Woods raised his head slowly, his parched throat causing excruciating pain as he spoke. "Water... please," he managed to beg, his voice barely audible. The man in black seemed momentarily taken aback by the genuine plea for relief. After a pause, he relented, opening the cap of the water bottle. "Just answer the question," he demanded. Struggling to find his voice amidst the agony, Mr. Woods pleaded, "I... don't... know. I didn't... know the motive. It wasn't... my idea. I was... just... caught up in everything. Please, believe me."

After all, he was the man who killed their former Alpha and countless of their clansmen and comrades. Miriam climbed down from Heath’s back carefully. She walked closer to the man, knowing full well that his presence here just meant a problem. “He’s unconscious,” Miriam turned to her side, where Heath followed her. The giant black and silver grey wolf sniffed the man’s unconscious body and growled in a low tone. [Look, suppressant.] Miriam looked into the man’s hand. There was a bottle with a trace of red liquid inside. “Is he in a rut?” Miriam mumbled.