Novel & Cerita Twisted Metal: Black Raven

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

“Keep practicing on your shifting, Raven, and those rogues will have one hell of a shock when they see your wolf” “And they will, because I have no intention on letting Whitlock fight alone”. I said to him, then turned my full attention back to grams. “What about you?. “What about me?” “Well, we both know you have some things to work through to be at one with your wolf. Just imagine, not just one black wolf, but two!”. “I will work on my issues, Raven, and I’ll fight by your side to protect our family”. She said as she squeezed my hand with a sure look.

he cursed underneath his breath. Milston screamed out of anger and hatred from his heart as the thought of Somira's marriage to Innosine tears his heart apart. He will have to try his best to get her back to himself, but he just could not. He knows that he cannot stop her any further for it was obvious that her mind was already made up against him but he will try till the last blood in his veins. All the moments they shared together hung in his brain like a magnet and never will he allowed or stoop himself so low by watching a mere man snatched a treasure made for him alone.

Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand. Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants.................. [Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]

His groan is guttural, body shuddering against mine as he fills me. We stay locked together, panting. He presses soft kisses along my spine, then pulls out carefully. I collapse on the bed, boneless and thoroughly fucked. My body hums, every inch sore and satisfied. Damien climbs beside me and pulls me into his chest. He brushes damp hair from my face, then places a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering. His voice drops to that cold, possessive tone that sends a shiver through me. “No going back, Elena. You’re a Blackwood now.”

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him. “For the main event of tonight… This is the one and only Xavier Hawthorn everyone!” the host claimed with enthusiasm that one could mistake this auction as a recognition of celebrities. He then added, “Isn’t this the best time to get ahold of him? Now, let’s start with a hundred thousand dollars!” Right after saying that, the lights turned on and I saw a sea of buyers raising their numbers. “$150,000!” “$200,000!” “$200,000 from Buyer 65!” the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

I couldn't bring myself to call her mother, but I managed to loosen my stiff arms to rub her back, "It can't be that bad." "If that man touches one hair on your head, I swear-" "That's enough," the large man barked. It was then that I noticed that he had an accent and several tattoos running up his neck. And was that a gun tucked into his waist band? Who the fuck were these people? "Don’t fuck this up," she hissed into my ear before pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. The goon grabbed me by my elbow and began to lead me up the stairs.