Villainous Black Hat X Dr Flug Novels & Stories

She doesn't break her gaze, doesn't waver under the weight of hostility radiating from the table. Security hesitates in the doorway—two men in dark suits, clearly uncertain whether to intervene without explicit orders from Lucas. "This isn't just a hostile takeover pitch," Flora announces, pulling a matte black flash drive from her coat pocket with deliberate slowness. "It's a manipulation. And Evangeline Reed isn't who she says she is." She pauses, letting the tension build. "Her real name is Eva Roslin. Former intelligence manipulator. Financial saboteur. And code-named Viper."

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

The doctor is in the middle of a procedure. That is not a doctor, Thorne sneered, stepping down the stairs with a slow, deliberate arrogance. That is Killian Vance's discarded trash. She is a Blackwood spy who walked across our borders with a broken bond just to gain access to our leader's throat. I saved your lieutenant on the highway, you idiot, Valerie said, her voice dripping with pure, freezing contempt.

"Someone wants a war." His eyes lifted to mine. "They're removing pieces from the board one by one." "The fire wasn't about the Outfit." "It was about making the Outfit believe we struck first." I felt a cold knot settle in my stomach. "If they retaliate..." "They'll hit us." Ivan finished the thought. "And whoever's behind this gets exactly what they want." Viktor nodded. "Chaos." I frowned. "But why?" Instead of answering, Viktor reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flash drive.

She introduced, pointing at each individual at the mention of their name. They all offered me warm broad smiles, except for the blonde Sasha mentioned as Nia. She was the only one to stare with indifference. “How did you guys meet?” The Nia girl inquired with her gaze lowered and her arms coming to cross over her chest. “That’s a very long story I don’t think is suitable for this conversation or tonight. Are you Dawson’s friend as well?” I raised a brow at her, not really threatened by the scowl on her face. “Why do I feel like you’re some hired slut on contract to damage control Dawson’s hanging reputation with that old bitch called Gretta-fucking-Gomez?”

Tears poured down my cheeks as I collapsed to the floor, choking on grief, on rage, on helplessness. That beautiful pack, those kind-hearted werewolves who once opened their homes and hearts, reduced to shackled souls, treated like nothing more than property. Drifthollow, with its warm fires and stronger values, had fallen. I had no way of knowing if Kavira and her family survived, but every breath I took carried the weight of dread. Xareth never gave warnings. He attacked with sheer brutality, a storm in the night, swift, merciless, and overwhelming. Survivors were rare.

The hall fell silent immediately. “We gather today to render judgment on Vera Blackwood,” Moira said, her voice carrying easily through the space. “She stands accused of treason, kidnapping, assault, and the use of dark magic against pack members. How does the accused plead?” Vera, I finally had a name for her, smiled coldly. “Guilty. Of all charges. And I’d do it again.”

Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly. When he had seen the new designs again on the dark web with people bidding for them, he informed his trained hackers who were already on standby to track the IP address. It was later found out that the traitor was the right-hand man of Don Julio, one of his sworn brothers in the underworld. Don Julio had handed his right hand man to Draco to deal with him as he saw fit since the real person he had offended was Draco. What Draco hated was seeing someone biting the hand that feeds him.

“His name is Raphael and he works for Xandros Xavier, that’s all i know about the man” She felt heartbroken hearing Xandros name in this case but she didn’t mind killing Xandros if he was the one who pulled the trigger. “Who’s he to Xandros?” Flora asked Rowland “He works for him i guess but like i said, i don’t really know much about the dude” Rowlan defended himself “Do have a good day” Rowland said as he excused himself from her presence. “Thank your gods cause you really escaped your untimely death” Flora said to him, then he turned and rushed her, pinning her to the wall for it seemed the statement obviously agitated him as he said