Black And Mild Freak の小説・ストーリー

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

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NICOLE “Mr Blackwood…” I didn’t get to finish my statement when I slammed my mouth down on his. The kiss was brutal and devouring. For one stunned second, he froze, his lips hard against mine, and then his hand shot up to my shoulders. “Nicole... fuck,” he growled low against my mouth, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He managed to pull his head back just enough to break the kiss, his eyes blazing with conflict. “We can’t do this. For fuck sake, you’re Elenaa’s friend, and you’re my daughter’s age mate. You are practically my daughter, too. This is not happening. This is wrong on every level, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one here.”

musky. It smelled... a little... like him. "This is... this is Alpha's-Grade Balm," Elias whispered, his eyes wide. "From his... his private stores. I... I've never even been allowed to use it before." He dipped two fingers in. The balm was a dark, almost black, green. "This... this is going to hurt," he said, "and then... it will not." He didn't wait for my permission. He was under orders. He gently, firmly, rolled me onto my stomach.

“Finally, we’re here.” The road ahead curved, and there it was—the sign. Welcome to Blackland. The letters were bold, almost daring you to keep going. Beneath it, smaller but no less dangerous: What happens in Blackland stays in Blackland. Even from the car, I could feel it—a shift in the air, the way unseen eyes seemed to follow us. The faint, bitter scent of smoke hung over everything, mixed with something sharper, something metallic. Fenrik’s tone hardened. “Welcome to Blacklands—the home of mafia werewolves.”

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

Everything is like a giant black T.b.c

Frankie asked. "Well, remember that guy who was drowning? That's him and his friend and now we're friends." Ariel said sweetly. "Ariel.. this is crazy." Frankie whispered to her. "There's a man, probably white, raping and murdering black girls. What if it's him-" "Hey, I heard that! My friend is not a rapist or murderer!" Michael fumed. "And who's to say they're white?! The cops don't even know who it is!"

I was busy admiring the epitome of beauty when the teacher jolted me out of my thoughts "can you introduce yourself to everyone"Mr Williams asked ushering me to talk "right" I answered still not taking my eyes off the beautiful damsel "I'm joel frickson,I got a transfer from new city high to kimkelly high.I hope I make a good classmate to everyone" I said and the class got noisy again and whispers and murmurs were heard from the girls. Yeah I've got cool great muscular voice