Black Beauty Novels & Stories

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

Dear God I hope she's safe. The inner part of the jet was exquisite. So beautiful and had that rich aura about it. Mr. Black had gone upstairs to have some privacy. Yes! Upstairs. The jet was so beautiful and I only wished I never had so many problems at the moment so I could enjoy it all. Everything was black and white. I've never met a man who loved black this much.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

— Your destiny… Madeleine released her hands and took a few steps back leaving him, he started running, but the road was endless if he stopped suddenly when he saw the white wolf in the middle of the hall staring at her, an overwhelming growl behind her forces a dirty déspace, You can feel your heart racing on the altar is the black miral wolf with a calculating look and eager to get there. His legs tremble as he sees him advance and intentionally move them but they do not respond, look down and notice that the lack of color mutated, turning pink but little by little it turns red, inexplicably, She is standing in a charcoal of blood or so it seems and little by little she is missing in the w

The newlywed bride was seated on the bed in the centre, all dressed up in the white fluffy princess gown waiting for her groom. The room was extravagant and exotic, the raven theme making it tempting enough to be stuck at the same point for several seconds. Her husband from a few hours back turned up to be excessively obsessed with black and now that she noticed, she had witnessed him in black almost all the juncture. Even his belongings had shades of black! What do we call that? Yes, black beauty! He was an undeclared black beauty.

She should suffer day and night that's what he thought. 'If I said I wasn't surprised to see her bare body, then it would be a lie.She's beautiful...She's heavenly... Her milky skin with a perfectly curved body was just a turned on.Yes, I had seen many girls naked before but was never turned on just by looking at them.My urges pushed me so hard that I was hardly able to control myself and wore her one of my black hoodies...It reached below her thighs as it was too big for her fragile body.'

He growled. Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy. His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a

The further away from me Bexley gets, the more the world begins to fade. We are almost to the castle when I can no longer open my eyes. The pain in my chest is excruciating. I finally surrender, and everything goes black. *** *Bexley* Pressed against Garth’s chest, I hold onto the saddle horn as the horse speeds through the falling snow. Garth is pushing it as hard as he can, winding through the forest, taking trails that I can barely see. “What the actual fuck is that thing?” he asks, the shocked tone from earlier lingering in his voice. “I’ve never seen anything so hideous in my life.”

-EMILY- It felt like it had come to an end. The old hook drawn to a sharp brazen oil now set ablaze. I had always felt like that, my soul churning to the stupefied melodies my heart had made. My mind was always racing when he arrived, his black wavy hair bending the room to its will, his ferocious stare making me weak in the knee, and his well-chiseled chin bottling up every single punishment he was to serve.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.