Zoey Johnson Blackish の小説・ストーリー

"As you wished, I'm here, so what?" Tee Edquil choked, and a young woman who was next to Tee Edquil came out, looked Zoe Hayward up and down, and said with a contemptuous smile, "So you are Zoe Hayward? I don't think so. Look at the clothes you're wearing. It's Tee's birthday today, and you're wearing black! Tee must be blind to have a friend like you!" Zoe Hayward did wear a full-body black one-shoulder dress today, which modified her originally tall figure to be more elegant and decent, like the king of the sea, noble and mysterious.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

************ ~Alan POV~ I didn't think at all about the social suicide of leaving the team table because thinking had only gotten me a restless night and a hunger that food couldn't touch. The mood between me and the rest of the Knights was dead. John was still talking, probably telling another story about a girl he’d met at the Lounge, but the sound had cut out the second I spotted that shock of blond hair in the corner. He was tucked away like a secret. A beautiful, broken secret. "Voss? Where are you going?" John called out, his voice quick with confusion. I didn't answer. I didn't even give him the satisfaction of a glance. I just grabbed my tray and walked.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

The color slowly drained from her face. "Oh..." ****😳😳****

Siora stepped forward into the brush when a thump echoed beneath her foot. “What was that?” she asked, kneeling. She brushed away the tangled grass and dead leaves, revealing what looked like a weathered wooden trapdoor embedded into the ground. “Should we even be touching that?” I asked, wary. Zevarion gave a casual shrug, though his eyes never left the door. Before we could decide anything more, the trapdoor creaked open from beneath. A young woman emerged. She had striking gray eyes and wild black hair. In one hand she held a dagger, not raised, but ready. Her gaze flicked over each of us assessing, sharp and unafraid.

My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping. " Do you like it?" I asked her. " I do," she said. I wanted her to say more but it seemed she was not able to talk. I pressed harder and her moans filled my ears, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. It felt so good being the one she's moaning to. I turned her over as I got on top of her. " This is going to hurt a lot, I need you to give me your body and let yourself enjoy every bit of my thrust" I whispered into her ears.

I need to be comfortable enough to express myself and this bitch is hindering me. She gasped and rounded on me. “You called me a bitch! You fat Blackinese pig!” My eyes rolled back. “Nghhhhh… ahhh… too much… I’m… close…” Zoey’s voice dragged me off the edge before I could reach it. “Will you stop making that sound and that face?! What is wrong with you, Fatso?!” “Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!”

She stood up from the bed and roughened her already disheveled hair. "How could I lose track of the time?" "Get dressed while I go, delay them a bit." Carissa said and went out of the room. "Them?" Zoey looked down her window and gasped loudly. Not just a car but three black range rovers with men in black, standing by each car. "What the fuck?" she got down from the bed and hurried to her closet. She quickly pulled off her clothes and went into the bathroom. Targeting the time she had in mind, she got prepared in fifteen minutes although she couldn't apply any makeup

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was