Black Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

The Null Beasts hit Manhattan like cannonballs fired from between dimensions. They were horrifying. Each one was roughly the size of a city bus, but their shapes refused to commit to anything specific. They flickered between forms: massive insectoid monstrosities one second, writhing masses of geometric fractals the next, their bodies composed of a substance that Jack's root access identified as "unrendered reality," matter that hadn't been assigned physical properties by the Source Code. The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal.

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

Nobody is here, so I'll just take a quick look around. My fingers brushed apart the beads, and just like Alice in Wonderland, I fell headfirst down the rabbit hole and straight into a BDSM playroom. “Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?” A disembodied female voice from yonder called out from God knows where. I stood as still as a statue, embarrassed to be caught gawking at all the heavy BDSM equipment in the chamber. I spun around startled, letting the beads fall back into place with a clatter. Then I came face to face with a beautiful, mature woman with raven-colored hair and steely gray eyes.

The fees that they paid the club helped fund them. After dinner, they cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher together, then sat on the deck and enjoyed a richly flavored fair trade coffee from Ethiopia. After finishing it, Drake showed her where to change. When Samantha came outside, Drake felt the breath leave his lungs. The woman standing uncertainly in front of him was beautiful beyond any he had seen before. Her brown hair fell to down her back in waves and over her breasts. Her shoulders were smooth and blemish free as were her arms. Her breasts, while not large, were full enough for him to feel in his hands. Her stomach was flat with a gentle swell that women seemed to try to do

Beasty emerges in Isabella's presence for the first time ever, unlike the one she had witness in her dream, Beasty was very ugly and unbelievably huge. His fangs long and Sharp while his mouth was too wide for his face. Isabella could only gasped and cringe in great shock at the Beast she had been living with for the past few months. Sidney's Beast was not at all different from Hayden's but unlike Beasty which is black , his was white. The eyes glaring and challengingly that Isabella heart continue beating non stop.

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.

Mumbai, 1964 Deep down inside, she was bleeding; her heart was swollen as if she had been pierced by a rod that could reach any part of her body with one bite. Blackwheel stared at her, feeling disgusted about what he had done. It was one of the many times he had raped a woman without feeling any form of remorse for his victim just fear. This very day, he stared at the woman deeply and she stared back at him like a wounded lion. He knew her father was from Pakistan because she had mentioned it once while begging him to pull away from her. All he could do was look at her, feel sorry for her and think about her name. Her name was very familiar to him because it sounded like rushing water hitti

THE BEAST I MARRIED. CHAPTER 59 ASHLEYS POV. It was another working day. Another day of my miserable life to go and stay in the office and get punished for every little mistake that I will make. So far, I could swear that this is the worst mistake of my life.

Yes, the Hunter knew how to inflict unbearable pain on the enemy without killing him! And Black kept smiling, wiping his bloodied hands on his T-shirt: - I don't need you now! The man, somehow raising his head and looking at John with swollen eyes, quietly said: - Damn you, Hunter! And at the same moment, two blades of the Hunter freely entered the chest of the Beast to the very hilt, bringing inevitable death to their victim. Taking his blades out of the wolf's chest, Black, taking off his bloody T-shirt, gently wiped them and only then left the room where the Beast was hanging like a lifeless corpse!

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.