Black And Blue Novels & Stories

He tapped her but she was still feeling quite sleepy. "This woman is a headache" he grunted and Bethany opened her eyes. "Who are you calling a "headache"? Huh?" She dragged Xavier to herself and his eyes bulged looking intensively at her. ******************************* Blaze walked out of her room wearing fitted black leather trousers and black fancy leather boots. She had a black leather jacket over a black singleton. Her choker necklace fitted her well alongside her dark shades. Her hair was stylishly parked into a ponytail. Her lips were smeared with black lipstick. She looked stunning. Jason wore a black face cap and black shades. He pulled his black leather jacket on top of his black

" she whispered, worried. Black's eyes alternated between forest green and hellish red. The silent rage of having been interrupted in a moment of intimacy with his Luna was palpable. He grabbed a blanket and gently covered his mate's body before quickly putting on his jogging pants. "Stay here. I'll be back soon, Love," he said, kissing her cheek. Bianca did not have time to speak when the room door slammed. * * * Black went down the stairs like a bloodthirsty beast that had just been set free. He opened the door so abruptly that the person behind it jumped back. Beta Duncan stood there, soaked from head to toe from the storm raging outside.

I ask remembering that I haven't seen anyone at school with band like mine. "Mean you are a little, someone who would go to a younger headspace to help with trauma, stress, just for the pleasure of it" he explains. "And the black one?" I ask remembering Caden when he showed me his. Hell, most of the football team had a black one. "Black are for dominant, if someone with a black band show interest then you both go under supervision to make sure he or she can take care of you. If you both are happy we'll make it official and you'll be part of our long term program"

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

They’re black like obsidian, deep, pools laced with insanity–and power. But that’s not what catches my attention. Dancing around in that black pool of nothingness, I see something familiar, something that sends a bolt of shock down my spine. Little flecks of silver and blue.

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

“When did they come back?” “Last night, I guess. Be careful with people around. They are too crazy to be cautioned.” Lycus hissed. The Black are a gang that deal with missing people but are also dangerous because they kidnap for fun as well, and they are always attracted to women. They are always involved in activity like rape. I hate hearing about them because of their disgusting hobbies. They always fantasized about rape. Which I hated more. My gang only deals with hotels and gambling and weapons with other supplies, but we don't hurt women and kids unlike them.

My office was on the last floor of the building, the windows open to the skyline views of the city. “Laura says the new models will be ready for the fitting tomorrow. Also, Mr Blackwood called earlier today to request a…uhm…meeting”. Diane said, a bit too hastily for my liking for the last information. I turned and looked at her with a raised brow as I also sat on my chair, crossing my legs. Ryan Blackwood is a bit of a character. More like an egotistical, rich, spoilt man-child who believed that everything revolved around him. Women included.