روايات وقصص ضمن What Movie Is After Black Widow

Becca's Pov It was nearly 6pm when I got to Ken’s flat. His car was in the driveway so I knew he was home. I still had my key so I let myself in. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom so I headed that way. I hoped I would find him coming out of the shower, if so I would give him such a good time he would forget all talk of breaking up. I entered the bedroom, then fell back against the wall with a gasp. Ken, the guy I had been dating for a year, the love of my life, was on top of another woman, moaning like his life depended on it. My gasp was so loud that it startled them. They pulled away from each other and he looked round stunned, then frowned in annoyance.

“Louis, we’ve hit dead ends all day.” I turned away, breath catching in my throat. The rain soaked into the collar of my shirt, chilling the back of my neck. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Until the phone rang. A jarring buzz in my coat pocket. Unknown number. That regular blackmailers number. I answered without a second thought, pressing the phone hard to my ear. A burst of static. Then a voice, mechanical, layered under distortion. “This is the blackmailer. Your wife is in danger. She's weak. At the intersection. Come now, or she dies.”

I rubbed my baby bump and walked forward, speaking with cool detachment. When Paula heard this, her face filled with disdain as she curled her lips. "It's just a spider bite! We dealt with plenty of spiders back home. It's no big deal. "You city folks are just too soft. We're not afraid of these things." Oliver chimed in, "Exactly, quit being so dramatic. We're perfectly fine, aren't we?" I raised my voice. "But this isn't an ordinary spider. It's a Black Widow! The venom is extremely potent. If you don't get treatment immediately, you could die."

Alessandro “... Layla Whittman.” As planned, the image of the woman who brought crazy hell into my life was displayed on the screen behind us. While trying to fight back a smile, I faced the screen and put on the most sober look. Then I admired the quality of the picture. The image properly showed Layla’s ugly sternness, and the presence of the burly men who fit the mafia description to the T behind her made it more believable that she was also a gangster.

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.

“Some people fall in love slowly. Others fall in love while walking toward death.” ⸻ The old chapel stood silent beneath the storm. Rainwater dripped through the cracked ceiling. No one moved. No one even breathed. Alessio De Luca’s cold grey eyes remained fixed on the old woman standing beside Seraphina. The air itself seemed frozen. Finally, he spoke. “So…” “…the Black Widow is still alive.” The old woman’s wrinkled face remained calm.

And as the evening returned to the silence from which it was snatched, so did they, not as teacher and student, not as scandal or spectacle, but as two people who had found something surprising in each other. Something real. She got up at last to dim the lights. The city still shimmered outside, neon reflections flickering across the walls. But what caught her eye wasn’t the skyline. It was the little black velvet bag on the floor beside the bed, half-open now, its contents slightly scattered. The blindfold was draped across the rug like spilled ink. One of the clamps dangled by its chain from the edge of the nightstand, forgotten. And the vibe, small and rose-gold, blinked once, a faint pul

he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'." The air left my lungs in a whoosh. My secret. It was out. Not to Mom yet, but to him. And he held all the power. I felt a wave of icy dread wash over me, colder than any fear I'd ever known. My two worlds had just violently crashed into each other, and Caden Dovewood was standing right in the wreckage.

Felix finally asked. Arlo suddenly grabbed him by the collar, visibly agitated. "Damn it, Felix! You've gotten me killed. Do you have any idea who I just took out? That guy is part of Black Widow Society." Black Widow Society? Felix froze. He had read about them in Kirk's memories. Black Widow Society was a notorious, ruthless organization with countless powerful members. The government of Visiora had been trying to wipe them out for years, but they were still thriving. The worst part was that Black Widow Society never gave up and always took revenge. Even though it seemed like the danger had passed, the truth was it had only just begun.