Micah Black Romane & Geschichten

“Take your hands off of her.” “She's mine for the night, you dickhead” the old man continues. “I paid for her. She belongs to—” The words barely manage to make it down his tongue. Micah blurs through the space between us, and in a single flash, he not only pulls him off me, but buried him straight into the ground. The crack of bones is audible, but through the roaring crowd, no one else hears but us. Micah stands, and the faint flicker of lights from the bonfires around us grant him an ominous, dark and deadly look.

“He doesn’t want to do this.” “Good for him,” Micah said flatly. “Doesn’t change a damn thing. The moment I get out of here, I’m ending him.” My chest constricted. “Micah, stop,” I pleaded. “Please. Just stop this. You two can fix this. You can start over.” He finally turned to face me. “Start over?” he repeated. “Astrid, he’s a killer. He’s a monster. He isn’t someone you save, he’s someone you survive.”

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

Dominic summarized. "Pretty much," Ella nodded. "By the time we get a court date, Nova Truth is a dead memory. The servers will be wiped, the hardware lost in an evidence locker." Dominic set the folder down. "Who authorized the signature?" "Director Mick." Dominic frowned, looking up. "Who the fuck is Mick?" "The new director out of the state capital," Ella said. "They transferred him in two weeks ago. He runs the administrative side of the task force now. Mick signed the authorization, cleared the raid, and protected his own offshore investments at the same time."

And I could see it. Something underneath. Something he wasn’t saying. “So,” Kai continued, slipping his hands into his pockets, “you’re settling into Blackthorn?” “I’m trying to,” I replied. “Must be overwhelming,” he said. “New school. New environment… new title.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “I didn’t realize ‘girlfriend’ was a title.” “At Blackthorn?” he said. “Everything is.” Damon huffed a quiet laugh. “Ignore him.” “I’m not saying anything wrong,” Kai said easily. “Just helping her adjust.”

“At this point, I just hope that nothing too extreme happened…” ************************** “Fucking hell,” I said, frowning as we were stopped by the firefighters, cops, and ambulances. The fact that they were here alone told me that things have gotten completely out of hand. “Boss…” Mattias, one of the cops said, calling me. He was an alley, and though a cop, he knew not to cross certain limits, and I knew not to throw in too much light on us as not to force him to do so. “What happened?” I asked, and he nodded at one of the ambulances where Elijah lay on a stretcher. My heart dropped as I saw two bullets on his chest. His heart was still beating, but I knew that things were not going to be

He couldn’t see how Amber could make anyone happy; he really couldn’t. But then again, he was the one with a half-blood in his bed, making him happy. He couldn’t judge anyone. “We’ve stopped too long. They are already starting to surround us,” Micah said as he settled in the driver’s seat and restarted the car. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll deal with them tonight. Let’s just get this shit over and done with.” And then he could get back to his mate and tell her she was either one of them or a menace to society that would be killed on the spot if anyone found out. Fun times.

how much she was used to resting her head on Micah's chest while she slept until now when she found it difficult to fall asleep. She turned on her bed from one side to the other restlessly. She hoped that he would open the door and come in to say sorry so that they could interlock in an intimate kiss and there after fall asleep holding each other with a sense of intimacy that would console her in this time of fear. Jewel had not been the only one who felt this way. Micah was restless too. He knew he should have placed a call to inform her of his in tensions of staying back till late into the night. There was so much he had going on. Trying to recover stolen goods which Rick's boys had t

Melania took on Nova, Roman, and Micah while Mason set his sights on Xenia. With a powerful swipe Melania threw Roman towards Nova, both crashing out of the way as she clashed with Micah. “I never thought in a million years you would want to hurt me like this,” Melania grimaced. “I am your mate, Micah. Me. Not that fragile little human!” Micah’s grip tightened on her wrists, and for a moment, their faces were inches apart as he held her gaze. “You lost me the moment you took away the only family I had left,” he snapped. “You used my grief like a leash. You made yourself a monster.”

Micah tried to calm him down, saying, "We just need to run some tests to make sure you’re not sick. We’re Nina’s friends, and we mean no harm." "You… liar!" Orion struggled to speak. Micah was taken aback. He had not expected Orion to talk but he was determined to get an answer now. Just as he was about to catch Orion, the boy ran straight into someone’s arms. Micah looked closely and realized it was Nina. Standing beside her was a man, about six-foot-three, wearing a black mask. From his sharp, cold eyes, Micah recognized him instantly. He blurted out, "Nash?"