Black Beauty Novel Summary Novels & Stories

The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening. Sophie Miller. My mother. "Wait." My voice came out thin, stretched too tight. "You said the main character was born a white wolf, and later she started shifting into a black one — at an academy?" That was my mother's story down to the last detail. Except for the part about the black wolf. My grandfather had never mentioned the part of the book.

Blackwheel faced Nwakaego who was still looking amazed with the thoughts that he had came back for both of them. "Nkechi said you are beautiful," Nwakaego said. "Men are handsome while women are beautiful," Blackwheel corrected, trying not to make an impression to both of them. "True!" Nneka agreed. For the next ten minutes, they walked silently and the silence made Blackwheel to remember his wife and children in England. He could hear the fire singing in the furnace back in his home in England. He could hear the sound of his daughters playing close to their mother, Mrs. Blackwheel and telling her that they were going to be the next queen of England. He could hear their servants asking his w

Riveting his gaze on her, Blackthorne curled his fingers into fist in aching need. He was not accustomed to not getting what he wanted when women were concerned. Women of all ages and class hurled theirselves at him all the time. Whenever he needed one, women were always available, in a colossal amount that could surpass the king's harem, until he finally got jaded, and only a few women could whet his appetite. The dark-haired beauty intrigued him. She possessed such sensual innocence that made him burn with desire. At first, she gave an impression of purity. When she refused his advances, it was as though the reason was morality. Even now when he knew the truth that she wasn't untouched, th

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

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.

“You asked me to fight, but you’re the one who didn’t.” “Baby girl,” Black said, teary-eyed. “There’s no forever in that endearment. We’re done!” Grey yelled. Grey put his belongings into the car and drove off. Tears streamed down Black’s face as he sat on the street. He couldn’t believe that their relationship ended that night because of his cowardice. He stopped crying when the gate opened. Seeing their housekeeper, he approached her. “Auntie, what happened?” Black asked curiously. “Your sister kept vomiting non-stop. She’s pale,” the housekeeper said.

The contract promised safety. It promised a roof, food, a future. It did not promise kindness. I learned that before my mother’s fingers stopped trembling against my arm. We stood in the marble foyer of Blackwood Manor, two wolves dressed in rags, surrounded by a fortune in dark wood and cold stone. The air smelled of cedar and old money, but beneath that lurked something feral—the unmistakable weight of an alpha’s territory, pressed into my lungs like smoke. My wolf stirred weakly, still sluggish from weeks of grief, and then went still again. She knew what I knew. We did not belong here.

a voice drawled from the shadows. Timothy bolted upright, the movement sending a sickening pulse through his skull. Kan Nelblack leaned against the dresser, his dark hair messy, his silver-grey eyes tracking Timothy like a target. He’d ditched the top hat, looking less like a circus ringmaster and more like the butcher he was. The tiger chuffed, stretching its massive limbs with a grace that made Timothy’s stomach do a slow, nauseous roll. The memory hit him like a lead pipe to the gut. The alley. The bite. The betrayal.

she said the last statement with a relieved expression. “So, start talking,” she demanded. “Okay, I admit the guy looked really good look…” “Hey Ava! You can't just describe his look as average!” She half screamed and half whispered. “What i saw wasn't ordinary.” “Tell me everything without missing anything,” she said, pretending to cry. I chuckled and started my story. “When I got to the bar…” “Ava!!! I don't know what you did, but Mr Blackwell is demanding to see you and, boy, he doesn't look happy,” Seth, my colleague, shouted. Both Sarah and I looked at each other with fear.