Black Beauty Novels & Stories

The one which never lost the glorious scent. She was not a red rose but a black one, such a beauty in sadness. Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal. It's not that he is having some feelings towards her, but he sure had some pity on her. Such innocence could not be treated like that. Kristopher raised his head in the sky and saw even in the velvet dark there is a light of the stars, the stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven-bound, the lyrics of the starry night played softly on his mind.

'' He replies, ''Okay, you're all set. Right. So, how do I move? I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I try my best to move but the black beauty does nothing. I mean, does she not like me because I'm doing my best here. Awkwardly shifting on her, I pat on the side of her neck, trying to calm her down or something but it's definitely not working. ''Mm, well, it's not working.'' I mutter.

- 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.

Noong nakaraang linggo lang nireregla si Tala, saktong isang buwan pagkatapos ng ika-labing dalawa nitong kaarawan. Pinagmasdan ni Mahalia ang anak habang inaayusan niya ito bilang paghahanda sa nalalapit na kasal. Black beauty, ito ang madalas na hambing ng mga tao kay Tala. Namana nito sa ama ang kabuuan nitong itsura gaya ng kayumagging kaligatang kulay, bilugang mga mata, matangos na ilong, at manipis na mapululang labi. Mahahabang pilik-mata, makinis na kutis, tindigan, at pangangatawan naman ang nakuha nito sa ina.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

“I…I saw a wolf. Not the white one that you were looking for, but it is a black one—” Ajax places a hand over my mouth and quickly looks back. I was so concerned with discussing about the black wolf to Ajax that I did not notice the others are beginning to head towards us. “Ajax, have you found Belle?” A voice calls out. “I have. We’ll be heading back.” Ajax responds before moving close so only I can hear him whisper. “Don’t discuss about the black wolf here. That one is still a secret that only Indigo and I know of.” I shake off his hand covering my mouth so I can speak. “Does that mean that you will allow me to see Indigo first?”

Her eyes, shimmering like pools of obsidian, sparkle with intelligence and depth, captivating all who dare to meet her gaze. With each movement, she exudes an air of confidence and grace, as if she is the embodiment of timeless beauty. Her poise, her charm, and her magnetic presence make her truly unforgettable. She is the epitome of elegance, a vision of beauty draped in black, a woman who effortlessly captivates hearts and minds alike.

He’s never satisfied with less than perfection.’ ‘No?’ Her heart lurched uncomfortably. ‘No,’ she agreed. ‘The puppy had to be from a private breeder he’d chosen. And it had to be brown and white. And male.’ ‘Yes. He’d want that.’ And when Catherine lifted her eyebrows. ‘Steven had a puppy like this when he was a boy.’ ‘Oh, I see. I wondered…’ Then, when she didn’t—couldn’t—say anything, ‘Unfortunately, the mummy dog wasn’t on the same schedule as