Unlimited Blade Work Novels & Stories

he said with confidence. Graves scoffed on his return. “Quit that, man,” Rex said, shaking his head. “We all know Blade doesn’t give a fuck about women. He doesn't even glance at them. He’s worse than the boss.” He nodded toward Blade, who sat silently with his legs crossed, eyes fixed on the staircase like they were talking about someone else entirely. “Then bet it with me, Rex,” Thorne insisted. Rex looked at him for a moment, then gave a slow nod.

Chris placed the toddlers on the bed beside Emile before answering the call. “Hello” “Boss, the buildings for opening of House of Dupont, Burke and Walter fashions have been finalized and remodelled according to madam’s instructions.” Night Blade’s voice came over the other end of the phone. “Well done.” Chris praised lavishly “I will make sure Night Wing passes your meritorious deeds for bonus appraisal.” “Don’t worry boss.” Night blade sighed feigning disappointment as he teased Night Wing without a conscience “He won’t have time to worry about my appraisal. All he does is, run around Abbey like a headless chook.”

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

Aditya orders his assistant "As we are leaving next week so you prepare all the documents which we'll need for negotiation, also mail me all the locations which we'll need to visit and book your ticket also as you'll come with me." Assistant nods his head in yes and goes from there. Mrs. Hooda shakes her head and sighs "You want to do work then do, no-one will stop you but you want that innocent boy to work with you, that's so unfair to him." Aditya smiles "My sweet mother, you are forgetting that I pay him for working and when his boss is working then he should also, okay I have a conference I'll leave." Saying this, Aditya kisses on his mother's head and goes from there.

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

“Well, yeah, Dad’s in pretty deep with Blade. It’s either we pay him back or he’s going to sell him to Goddess knows who because of how good his testing and research has been. Blade and his guild beat the shit out of him last week, pardon my language, Ms. Monroe. The doctors have him in a coma right now to help him heal, but he hasn’t woken up yet. They left his head alone, but they must’ve used some silver or wolfsbane laced something when they hit him. They cornered me before I went to the hospital to see him the other day and said if they didn’t get their money back, he was going to be sold, and then they’d come for me. Either way, I need a million dollars as fast as possible.” Auntie’s e

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Once clean he turned off the water stepped out and dressed, he had half the mind to ignore the Princess's request to return and continue his servicing of the dominant female warrior, however, the longer he fought the command behind the Princess’ order to return, the more heavily it was weighing on him, giving him no choice. Blade had only been with the young dominant female warrior for just over a day and a half, so the call from the Princess for him to return was an aggravating insult and an inconvenience. With his cock starting to twitch once more, Blade grumpily walks out of the breeding room, down the hall and into the Mane’s office to inform her that he had to cut his visit short.

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.