Romans & histoires The Man From Blackwater Red Dead Redemption

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.

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

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."

A couple of thoughts echoed in my head, and I hesitated, but the image of being eaten by something wild, was all it took to wipe that nightmare away from my mind. “Hi.” I leaned toward the passenger window. The man inside was broad.shouldered, with gray beards, and chewing something that looked suspiciously like a stick. Not just any stick though, I wouldn't be surprised if it was laced with something. “Where to?” he asked, as his eyes squinted at me through thick brows. His voice was gruff and slightly accented, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. “Blackwater,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

The first attacker lay still, unconscious or worse. I stumbled back, confused and breathless. The second wolf padded closer before shifting mid-stride. A man now stood in front of me. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Blood stained his mouth, his body still marked with fresh wounds. Without a word, he grabbed a pair of shorts from near Giles’ body, pulling them on as he approached. I noticed the Blackwood crest branded on his wrist, and I instinctively stepped back.

He should have died or been seriously injured in the crash, but he was already up and brushing dirt off his torn shirt after running into each other at the store. ‎ ‎ He had blood oozing from his head, but the wound appeared to be improving as she observed. The wolves appeared. Six shadows emerged from the darkness, prompting Elena's survival instincts. ‎ Despite her fear, she pulled the gun from her boot and pointed it at the nearest animal. The man's eyes lit up amber without reflection when they caught her broken-down motorcycle's light. ‎ ‎ He authoritatively stated, "You're on Blackwood land," making even the most vulnerable and hurt feel uneasy. “Who sent you?”