Black Beauty Characters Novels & Stories

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Jasmine It had been three days for working for them, and I'd come to a minimum conclusion. Lucien Theron Blackwood—The silent and rude one. Micheal Valerian Blackwood—The overly organized one Archer Stephanos Blackwood—The one who seemed a little normal.

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

Right now, the only thing on his mind was finding Amber. "I’ll call her whatever I want. You’ve only known that bitch for six years. I’ve known her my entire life. She’s nothing but a cheat and a liar. She stole my man once, and she would’ve taken everything else if I hadn’t claimed back what was mine." Bella barked, her voice laced with cold venom. "Suit yourself Mrs Cross. I truly don't understand why Mrs Black agreed to work with you. It's obvious you're nothing but trouble. If you were wise you'd stay out of her way. Believe me when I say this, you have no idea how much power Mrs Black holds."

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

“Wow. I love your dress. It looks great on you.” “Thank you,” I mumbled. “Let me help you with your hair,” she offered, walking closer. I sat down, and she started working on my hair. “I love your hair,” she said, her fingers working through it. “It’s long and beautiful.” I couldn't hold it in, I blurted out, "W..what..what are Tristan's parents like?" I stammered, my voice shaky. She smiled. “Mr. Black?” she started. He’s just like his son, Sir Tristan. Cold. Intimidating, even. I guess running a big empire requires that. You need to be tough to control things and keep everyone in line.”

Vincent discovered and acknowledged that Naomi had black hair with dark black eyes-while Eva had blond hair with caramel-hazel brown eyes and he liked Eva's details more than anything else. He loved everything about her. When she plays with her fingers when she's nervous, she looks adorable while doing that. Vincent finds everything about her adorable and beautiful. Naomi stared at him in disbelief. Here she was dying to meet her sister and make sure of her well-being and this bastard was commenting on their similarities. Like, seriously, that's what she thought. "Are you on nuts? I'm asking you where the hell Eva is?" She again questioned him, but instead he darkly chuckled at her. Amused b

I whisper as tears rolled down my face, "I want to touch you. Please." Gray stopped for a second and watched me with a frown. It was like as if a flash of sympathy ran past his eyes as he watched my tears fall down from my face. Those tears were from the immense pleasure I felt from all of this. That's all. Gray went to untie the rope and as soon as he did, my hands released into freedom. I whimper as my hands began to travel all over his body before they reached his back. Gray moaned into my ears when I caressed his back however, when he continued to thrust harder and faster than before. My finger nails dig into his skin as I dragged them down.

He smiles as he says, “Well, well, ladies. It’s nice to have you.” I hear one of the girls giggle behind me, causing him to smirk. He is handsome, but I don't know how you could giggle at him during a time like this. The man that had been holding our leashes hands them over to the well-dressed man and says, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Black.” He nods as the man walks away, leaving us with him. His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.”