Zoey Johnson Blackish Novels & Stories

CHAPTER LXIV: The Thirteenth “RAID, do you know her?” I asked him with crease in my forehead. He became stiff for a while and seemed like he was hesitating to answer my question. “Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ophra, the chosen user of the thirteenth grace of celestial zodiacs, Ophiuchus. And one of the new captains of Black Thunders. Nice to meet you. Anyway, I’ve met Raid earlier and she helped me in carrying my things to Archmaster’s office,” the woman introduced herself and she was the one who answered my question.

“How much did you offer her to get her to reveal all that to you? How much did it cost for her to sell me out? I know she was always crazy about your kind of men, which of her wishes did you fulfill? Ruining a lifelong friendship, Was it worth it?” “That is where you get it wrong, Ann. Believe me, I would have paid any price to get that information but I didn’t even have to, because your friend was more than ready to tell me everything I needed to know. It seems like I am not the only one who knows Jimmy is not good for you, she has her own grudge against him and didn’t need a pay to equip me with the knowledge of his atrocities. I just have a question, Anna. You already know what kind of ma

“Show me.” I pushed two fingers into my pussy and looked up at him through my lashes. His dick must've been throbbing because he grabbed it in his hand and stroked it under the desk. “That's my girl,” he said, tugging on one of my nipples. A wave of pleasure shot through me. “I guess I don't have to show your father your pretty photographs tonight.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I let out a small moan at the thought of him having so much power over me, blackmailing me to do anything for him. It was so damn wrong, so wrong…but it felt so good.

Sarah hesitated then nodded. She drew a line in the air with her fingers, chanting softly. The magic responded slowly, erratic and volatile. A black tear opened in the air, swirling like ink in water. John didn’t wait. He stepped through. It was like falling through ice, The cold swallowed him first, then the sound disappeared. When he hit the ground, it wasn’t stone, it was ash. Black Hollow was there but twisted. The town stretched before him in ruins, the sky a permanent eclipse of the blood moon. Shadows walked with no masters. Streets bled memory.

Jemma heaved a deep sigh. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Allegheny County, New York. 6:56pm ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Zoey walked out the bathroom nakedly, she tied the white around her wet hair. Just when she was about to pick up her towel. The door burst opened, revealing Calvin. First she wanted to run back to the bathroom and hide but she fought it back as she took her eyes to the ground.

Zeynep took a few steps towards the bar, allowing her sight to wander about the space as she smiled at the venue's simplicity. Ezekiel unexpectedly appeared in front of her, dressed entirely in black and wearing a black vest that made him appear larger. She unashamedly let her eyes feast on him, when he wasn't speaking he was divine to look at and it made her lady bits squirm under the intensity of his glare. She smirked and inclined her head to the side, a sparkle of satisfaction in her eyes as she inserted the tip of her index finger in her mouth.

Bonnie chimed in, “He was the one who tried to possess you that night. Your stepdad wanted to tell you himself, but...” “John,” Taylor said to himself while still barely keeping the Kraken at bay. “But if Black was trying to possess me, how am I still here?” “It’s like I said, genius,” Eliza added while wiping tears from her face. “You’re not just another Kaiju.”

he whispered, voice barely audible, “and I’m so proud of you.” Zoey looked up, blinking with wide eyes, then leaned his head against Caleb’s chest with a quiet hum, pushing one of the cars into Caleb’s hand. Caleb closed his eyes, pulled the boy into a firmer embrace, and whispered against his curly hair— “So am I.” *** The Blackwood Mansion was unusually quiet. The late afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, bathing the living room in a golden calm. Zoey had finally dozed off, sprawled comfortably on Caleb’s lap, his tiny fingers loosely curled around Caleb’s shirt. His soft breaths came in slow, even puffs, with the occasional sleepy chuckle slipping through, tiny r

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple