Black Belly Novels & Stories

Not that he wanted to see his face or was excited for the class but simply cause he wanted to get out of class already and the only way he could was after taking the class for the morning. More students walked in through the door, Alex’s eyes following every single one of them and for each one that walked in and turned out to not be the professor, he let out a groan. After a couple more students walked in, the professor finally stepped in and Alex finally let out a sound of relief. The feeling of relief barely lasted a minute though as right behind the professor as he walked in was a student. A student that wasn’t supposed to be there or anywhere nearby. He was in a black leather jacket, unz

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

The information lands in my chest and stays there, a cold weight I do not let myself react to. I think of Enzo, my brother Enzo, who accepted a meeting with a Camorra-affiliated broker in Naples to buy out the Bellini catering contract and clear the family debt, who does not know that the debt was never about the catering contract, who does not know that I am the collateral and have been the collateral since the day I arrived at this estate believing I was cataloguing archives for a wealthy American heir. The broker Enzo met is probably the same broker Don Tobia intends to transfer me to, and the irony is so complete I could choke on it.

Their skin had taken on a deep, unnatural darkness, as if the very blood in their bodies had turned black. The features that had once been red; lips, scars, even the smallest markings, had all darkened. It wasn’t just their faces either. Their hands, their feet, even their most private parts had lost all color, swallowed by this strange black hue. Some of the bodies were even worse off. I noticed worms crawling out from their ears, wriggling as they feasted on what was left of the flesh. The sight sent a chill down my spine, but I didn’t let it distract me. I kept making notes, writing down every observation, no matter how small.

Meph brushed the topic off, “And it better come out legendary, okay? I don’t want any more surprises.” “At your service, my lord,” The snake bows in a funny way, and the Soul Seal broke with its color changing from white, green, blue, purple, all the way to black. “Why is it black?” Meph frowned. “Black is the color of the top quality, legendary,” The snake said with absolute certainty, “It’s the same color as me. Isn’t it beautiful?” That’s because you were also devilish. “I don’t mind the color,” Meph waved a hand indifferently, “What does it do?”

They’re not much of a problem, but they can be really annoying. My gaze is focused on Belzeebub. From afar, he looks like a regular giant fly, but the closer that we got, I could see distinct demonic features on him. Belzeebub’s demon form has a humanoid black humanoid body. Crystalline red wings are attached to his back and flitter like those of flies. His eyes are blood red, like his short hair. He growls, showing sharp teeth that could easily tear any flesh that he bites on. There is already blood dripping down the side of his lips, which tells me that he already has his fair share of feast. There’s something alarming about Belzeebub’s appearance. It is completely different from the other

I won't take this fight unless he gives me the green light. Uncle George nods, “Kill her sorry ass. I had enough.” “Bella Black is a chicken,” Bria yells and starts acting like a chicken. That is it. That bitch is dying today. I shot up and took a big sip of my whiskey. My blood was boiling. I made my way over to the ring. I smirked as I stepped into the ring. The smell of blood and sweat filled the ring that would make anyone want to vomit, but I didn't care. I want her blood to be the next that is spilled on this fucking floor.

My lips were pressed into a tight frown, my eyes solely focused on the body lying motionlessly on the bed. Her beautiful scarlet hair was nothing but a miserable pale black. Her skin was the colour of a corpse and her red lips were grey and covered with black scales, just like her body. The scales were hideous, slimy and slightly offensive to the nose. Her body was as cold as ice and her breath was paused. Scarlette looked dead but she was alive, barely.

That snake has scales of hard heart, with venom of madness, and fangs at its worst desire to strike anyone who walks his way. Mr. Din Black, just like his name possessed a black wicked spirit. He is a man no one wants to be with. He enjoys doing what is bad and being sarcastic. Maybe it was because he had a worst childhood experience from bullying and child abuse. He was beaten a lot by his parents and locked up in the basement for days. Childhood was his curse for living. Innocence was taken away from him, enough to make vengeance made his dream burning to survive anything. Somehow it was the saddest picture of innocence in misery. In time, that innocence had turned into the curse of what t