Black Beauty Characters Novels & Stories

Hands twitching near their weapons. “The Alpha summons you,” one of them said. “You are to present yourself at the castle.” I didn’t wait for them, I walked ahead. As I passed through the village, their words sharpened, bolder this time. “She’s cursed. Black as night.” “They should exile her before she slaughters more of us.” “Too beautiful to be trusted… that’s how demons hide in plain sight.” Then, thud. A stone hit my shoulder hard. I didn’t flinch or stop, my soul was already too torn to feel one more bruise.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

I bowed once more as I greeted them too. They did not acknowledge my greetings, but I had not expected them to. They most likely saw me as a servant in the house. The Lord was a handsome, tall black man, unlike Lord Alexander, who had fair skin. His wife, also tall, had brown skin and was equally stunning. If this was how beautiful Cynthia looked, then I knew I had a problem. They both had black eyes and black hair, emanating a beauty that rivaled that of Africans. "What are you doing up here?" Lord Alexander's mother demanded to know.

He asked if he was enjoying his victory, the Beast. “Yes! Yes I am ready to sign ‘THE BABY CONTRACT’” ************* ALICE GREY, a collage going twenty-four-year-old girl, beautiful, humble, full of life, a Law student and a girl with a golden heart, who used live a life of a princess now works at a famous bar in the city but she considers her job as a blessing as it was filling the stomach of the person who is most dear to her heart. Her Father. But which situation made her sign The Baby Contract too with the Devil. DAVE BLACK.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

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.

Black walked over to the drinking bar asking for a drink and wanted to finish quickly because he wanted to come back quickly to his home. He missed his princess so much. Pulled him out of his thoughts a beautiful voice said to him: "Tell me who she is?" Black turned to his side, to see a woman so beautiful. She was very beautiful, but her eyes were full of anger and sadness. Blake told her: "What do you mean?" Rose raised her eyebrows and said: "Two types of men won't notice me around, the gay or the in love. And I never thought you were the first type. So do you like her?"

He whirled to see a man was trying hard to control his Panther - Blackie. Aaron had an unspoken understanding with his loyal pet, Blackie. He left the door open, signaling for Blackie to join him. Without hesitation, Blackie ran to Aaron and smoothly got inside the car, displaying the remarkable bond between them, akin to that of a well-trained cat or dog. Blackie seems angry by his expression. He might get to know that her beloved Princess had been missing. Aaron sighed and ruffled his fur, “She is missing.” There was concern and anger in Blackie’s eyes. Within a few minutes, the car was pulled over at the entrance of the forest. Nagar and a few men were already there. So many teams of Aaro

I questioned, trying to sound as friendly as I could. He gave me a glance, which was a little less unfriendly than the dirty ones he had been throwing our way. “You know,” he said, growing annoyed as the time passed. “I am wasting my breath here. Mr. Black was right. You all are so fake.” My lips parted. Mr. Black? Nathan? Could it be? His full name was Nathan Black. It only made sense that he had a hand in whatever was happening. I recalled the familiar wolf I saw just standing on the sidelines, staring at the wolves tearing each other apart. The cloaked woman who was sitting on his back muttered inaudible words under her breath while making strange movements with her hands.