Black D Hide Chaps Novels & Stories

His calabash that he used in holding secret conversations with the gods or the innocent bowl he used to destroy the lives of his victims. He turned onto a small gravel path, hoping that it would lead him to some sort of shelter where he would rest and think of his next plan of action. He was running out of time and out of options. His legs were getting heavier and his lungs were burning. A small abandoned hut close to the boundary of Umudike slowly came into view. And the furious diviner behind him let out a terrifying screech.

I managed to gasp between moans, trying to regain some control. But before I could push him away, he moved with lightning speed, tossing me onto the bed. He was on top of me in an instant, pinning me down with his weight. I stared up at him in shock, my heart racing as I took in the sight of his eyes. They were no longer red-ringed. Now they were completely black—pure obsidian, like bottomless pits of darkness. They were beautiful, in a way. Mesmerizing. And for a brief second, I found myself lost in them, drawn to the mystery and danger they held.

I barely dodged the swipe of his claws glinting against the sun light before stepping back to put some distance between us. I finally got a good look at the motherfucker. He stood a few feet away, balanced on his feet like a predator assessing distance. Everything he wore was in black, just like I thought. Black boots. Black cargo pants. Black long-sleeved compression shirt that clung to a lean, trained frame. A cap pulled low over his brow and a mask covering the lower half of his face. He had dressed up nicely to hide his identity. But I had an idea who he was.

“We move in 30.“ Claud, Lupa and Tara went to their different changing rooms. The air inside was charged with a sense of urgency and anticipation. Streetlights outside cast a dim glow through the windows, illuminating the scene as Claud, Tara, and Lupa geared up for their mission. Claud stood by a sturdy wooden table in the living room, methodically donning his black outfit. The material was a special blend, designed to be both flexible and durable, perfect for the rigors of a hunt. He pulled on his gloves, the dark fabric fitting snugly over his powerful hands. His outfit covered him from head to toe, leaving only his eyes exposed. He adjusted the mask that covered his mouth, ensuring it wa

I nodded, "I do, but what if he doesn't like the way I do it?" "Who gives a shit?" He scoffed, "look, if Dylan enjoyed it, then this guy will, just go and work your magic". I took another deep breath and stepped back into the room. Chad gave an awkward nod and stood up, and I watched as he peeled his shorts down his solid legs to reveal a pair of tight briefs. "Better for practice" he mumbled, and slid the front of them down to expose a half hard rod that looked about six inches long. He was uncut and the foreskin was already halfway behind his pink cock head.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

She heard his footsteps as her heart began to race, knowing instinctively that it wasn't Andrea. No they were far too heavy and large to be hers. She moved into the shadows, knowing that wouldn't do any good but needing the protective feeling it gave her. As usual there was a smarmy grin on his face as he sauntered towards her, his teeth gleaming a bright white in the darkness. She eyed him warily. Most girls, she suspected, would believe Roland to be a handsome man but to her he was repugnant. His black hair was nice enough but his skin was dark and tanned, a small scar on his cheek, his eyes a dark brown that seemed to pierce right through you. He was tall, easily overtowering Serenity who

He was tall—sharp-edged like a jagged piece of glass—and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. But he wasn't dancing or drinking. Hunched over. Then I saw the glint of something in his hand. A syringe. My stomach dropped. I knew men like this; men with too much money and too little soul. If he saw me, he’d hunt me just for witnessing his weakness. I scrambled behind a heavy velvet curtain, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just stay quiet, I pleaded with myself. Just let him finish and leave. Suddenly, my pocket vibrated.

Her mother was limping, panting furiously, her injured leg barely supporting her weight. “Diana, you must be strong,” my dad muttered, groaning in pain. He looked down at his legs, attempting to move them, but the effort only made him cry out louder. Sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his body, the metallic smell of blood stinging my nose. “Take Layla and run as fast as you can. Leave this pack and go far away.”

Black. Mr. Black gives a brief speech after the manager’s. ’He has a look that can seduce any woman to his bed and I will not deny how gladly I would open my legs for him, if he should ask right now.’ Goldie says and for once, I can’t deny we both share the same thoughts. After some more words, the manager dismisses us but just as I am about to move out the hall, the unexpected happens. ’Miss Parrish! In my office.’ A commanding cold masculine voice says and it echoes all through out the grand hall. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.