Novel & Cerita Anime Woman With Black Hair

like I’m just another fixture on the wall about to watch what happens next fold out before me. My heart skips a beat when I look at her. Gods she is beautiful. She’s wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, a black shirt, and her favorite black leather jacket with a pair of black boots. Her beautiful golden honey colored hair is up in a ponytail with wisps of hair framing her face. “Anna!” I yell, making her head turn in my direction. Her facial expression softens when she sees me but hardens after a few seconds as she turns her attention back to Tanis who moved to the center of the room and stopped in front of her.

A woman dressed as a vampire overshadowed the true elegance of a real vampire. Her hair was styled in sleek, straight locks that reached her mid-back and was a deep shade of black. The hair contrasted starkly with her whitish complexion, giving her an eerie, yet captivating look. My eyes observing the couple's walk could not help but notice the way Athen was constantly staring at her face. A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment.

’ Fox’s voice emerged from nowhere. ‘Keep your fucking mouth shut.’ “We feel the same way,” said the woman with coal-black hair. She wore a revealing black dress and every ornament adorned on her colored skin was in a deep blood-red color—her bracelet, shoes, necklace, earrings, rings… But there was something about the air around her that screamed, mysterious. It was hiding things that should easily be perceived by a wolf of my rank. She was on the seat straight across mine and the other two were also seated, their eyes on me. One was an older woman with a malevolent air and the other one had more cunningness to his touch.

“It was made by Ai. I don't even own this kind of suit. And Amani, she would never style her hair like this.” I looked at the photo once again. I don't know about the suit argument, but he had a point about Amani’s hairstyle. She was wearing a French braid and there were curly strands on either side. The Amani I knew hated anything style that was “too normal”. She loved to create a trend, not follow one. But… The photo looks a little too real. How can it be Ai? “Believe me, Rosemary. This was done by someone who wants to break us apart. I dare say this is that gigolo’s doing!”

She had always been the strongest woman I knew, but my current circumstances were just too unbelievable to fathom. I stood up and walked over to the window. A girl with Raven black hair so long that it touched the bottom was screaming at someone. From the way her arms were flailing around I could tell that she was furious. The guy she was screaming at, the only blonde person I had noticed thus far, was keeping his gaze nailed to the ground.

Tori is my mentor, I can't imagine not getting her help. "Morning!" A cheerful voice fills the room. I look over my shoulder and see a beautiful woman enter. She's about my height, maybe an inch or so taller. She is slightly bigger than me, but that makes her even prettier. Her body looks as though it was filled perfectly in all the right places. Her hair is as straight as a pin that brushes the top of her shoulders, and it's as black as a raven. Even from here I can see how dark her eyes are. She's from an Asian decent, but I'm not sure from where.

Or she could be vegetarian. She was looking at me too. She has a very fair and pale skin, like a Chinese porcelain. And her face was small and delicate like a child. I admired how perfectly sharp and small her nose is, while her mouth is as red as the belt on her waist. And she has full bangs which cover her entire forehead. Her hair looks very healthy; long, thick and black. She is like a Japanese doll that came to life. And the strangest thing about this beautiful Japanese woman, is she is carrying a big black clock. Yes, a big black clock. She showed me the clock, it said, 3AM.

Take care of the rest, please! The ring of people around Issei opened up, letting a woman in. The woman has a beautiful face with red eyes and white long hair that reach till her hips. She has a voluptuous body with big boobs and wide hips, she's also kinda fit for a woman. She wears a dark mini jacket that has white fur around the collar along with a black shirt that only covers till her breast so her stomach is visible because of it. She also wears a black small mini skirt with black stocking with black battle shoes.

She was smiling while watching Ivory walk towards us. "Ready?" Ivory asked once she reached us. I still can't believe what she has done, she is so cool in that stunt. I smiled at her when her eyes landed on me. Her black long hair was swaying along with the air, her white skin was glowing because of the light coming from the electric posts. She looks like a ninja with her black attire. I rarely see her wearing a colored shirt other than black clothes. If I don't know her, I will think she's one of the Blacks. I can't deny that all of them are beautiful, but she has a thing that is different from her sisters, even though she always has that serious expression. I can't just explain it in words

She murmured, locking her arms around my neck. I nodded slowly, gripping her hips and pressing her against me. “Yeah, depends on the situation Baby Girl and-” “Wow. Now, who would have thought the Westwood Devil would become so mushy?” We both turned as the door was yanked open by a tall slim young woman, with shoulder-length black hair, piercing green eyes and dressed all in black, with hooker heels that gave her enough height to rival my own. A devious smirk crosses her lips, as a black cat with equally green eyes pounced into her arms. Well, she sure looked different in person, her aura - despite being reigned in was still noticeable.