Tsubaki X Blackstar Novels & Stories

Kiara chirped in again and Mishka turned to her, irritated, holding a comb in her hand. “I will prove to your Tistan that I have got a better dressing sense than most of his girlfriends,” She pointed the comb in Kiara’s direction. “You just wait and watch,” “Tistan doesn’t have any girlfriend!!” Kiara exclaimed loudly and Mishka laughed. “How I wish to tell you all the names!!” ***

Akira's response was immediate: "Great! Meet me at The Black Rabbit in an hour." Shirosaki dressed carefully, as always, in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. He checked his reflection in the mirror, smoothing down his hair one last time. The man staring back at him looked put together, unshakable. But Shirosaki knew better. Beneath the polished exterior, his heart was a tangle of longing and fear. The Black Rabbit was a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of Shibuya. Akira was already there, perched on a stool at the bar and nursing a whiskey. He waved when he saw Shirosaki, his face breaking into a wide smile.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

His chest was bare beneath an open vest, his movements ostentatious, wild, and heavy with dominant subtext. Corwin Blackmaw chuckled, letting his builder’s leather tape snap back onto his weapon belt with a loud metallic clack. “Careful, Zuberi. He’s my new neighbor at the Pack Quarter. I’m just showing the new wolf the territory.” “A new wolf?” Zuberi’s bright blue eyes locked onto me, tracking the sharp, lean lines of my male frame. He didn't look at me like I was a human girl; he looked at me like a male wolf hungry for a rogue. He reached out, his clawed fingers catching my chin, lifting my face to scrutinize my throat where a mate bond should be. “Oh, he’s far too pretty to be a stray.

"Speak my love... Is it good?" "Very..." Dylan nibbled his bottom lip. "That's what I wanted to know…" Archie said, bringing his lips to Dylan's nipples. "Uh!" Dylan moaned as soon as Archie took his nipple into his mouth. Archie kept pushing hard inside Dylan as he sucked on his nipples and Dylan moaned softly. In that instant there was the sound of lube inside Dylan with every thrust Archie made. "Archie..." Dylan nibbled at his neck. "You're going to make me full of hickeys..."

I open my eyes and nod. He places my kiss on my breasts and then takes one nipple in his mouth. He lightly nibbles, sucks and then bites it making me cry in pleasure. He looks up at me and wipes my tears. “Be ready Isabelle. I am now going to claim you as mine. It will hurt at the start but after a few moments you will be fine”. The king says and I look towards him horrified. I can never be ready for the next moment. I cannot even if I want to. I am too much scared.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I called unsteadily. Taryk's face lightened as his eyes heated. Xander pushed back inside me from behind. I held Taryk's gaze even though my eyes wanted to flutter shut. His brown gaze didn't leave my own. Xander rushed to his release with a moan. "Fuck, Kaeru. That was amazing." "Move, Xander," Taryk said, his face taking on a predatory glint. He stalked across the bed in a way that reminded me more of his panther, Smoke, than the man who housed him.

Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

It was almost impossible to know where one plot ended and where the other began when everything was jumbled up in my head. “Are you Xander Stone?” I asked the male lead before me and his expression fell. “I am Xander Black. Why are you asking me silly questions?” Black? Black? Seriously!? The Blacks were the Smiths of the web novel world! “How old are you again?” “It – Twenty-one?” His expression closed off and it was no secret that he was angry. Good, he wasn’t the guy who was cursed with immortality or something of that sort. Wait, I could not be so sure.