Black D Hide Chaps Novels & Stories

I put my hands on my hips as I searched with my eyes. "I know you're there!" I hollered and a second later, Henderson came out of hiding. I gulped involuntarily as his dark eyes eyed me intensely, he wore black pants, boots, and a white black shirt. The scent of vanilla washed over my nostrils, it was alluring for some reason. "Most women find me irresistible, I won't blame you if you inhale a while longer," he said confidently. I looked at him unconcerned about his words but I died of embarrassment that he noticed I inhaled his scent.

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

Calm presence, with black eyes that though smiled always remained unreadable. His dark curls were pulled back, his clothes black slacks with a soft persian cotton grey shirt with white lining. He looked like he hadn’t moved since the sun came up but obviously that wasn't the case, it was a false allure the panthers shared with the dragons. “Alpha Haden,” he said as Haden approached him. Haden looked fucking hot in his black cargo pants, army boots and black jacket. His shoulders I now knew were ripped and toned in a way that screamed 'Don't fuck with me.'

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.

I turned on the shower, I shivers as the water came into my body, I settled to wash my hair, I should at least look clean. “...it’s the safest path around here. And besides, it's a full moon tonight, you’re gonna love it.” The Alpha chuckled as he led me through the narrow path, he was dressed in a white sleeve and black pants and brown coat. It was just a simple dressing but he looked hot just in it. I gulped down, and looked away from his body when he caught me staring at him, he smirked like he knew he was too good looking, that’s why I just want to...

It was discreet, efficient, and exactly what she needed. Her thoughts turned to the clothes she’d wear. AlphaWatcher had been specific: comfortable clothes that made her feel like herself. She’d felt a wave of relief at his words. Most of her wardrobe consisted of business attire—black suits, crisp white shirts, and undergarments that were more functional than comfortable. Not exactly what she wanted for tonight.

It felt like I should remember those eyes, but I couldn’t. His chiseled jaws gave him an aristocratic look, with his straight and proud nose. His lips, sensually full, complemented his overall appeal. My gaze swept him full from top to bottom: he wore a dark pair of pants that hid his legs, but I didn’t need to tell that those legs were like a solid base from the way they were braced apart. His broad shoulders spread wide, giving him a fitted look. If this man wanted to hurt me, my broom stood no chance against him.

Love that for me. The room tilted, then steadied. I forced myself to breathe through my nose and take inventory. Private chamber. Not a cell, technically, because apparently rich werewolves liked their kidnapping with better upholstery. There was a large bed with gray sheets, a low table, two chairs, a fireplace that wasn’t lit, and one narrow window covered by iron bars from the outside. The door was wood, thick and old, with a lock plate too heavy for anything normal. No visible cameras.

I cringed at the sight of his blood, and was even more upset that he was hiding such a terrible thing from me, and he thinks I do not deserve to know what was going on with him, which I find very disturbing. " What are you doing here?" He spoke slowly. He was getting weak as well. " Tell me what is going on, you are leaving me in the dark" I said. I was hurting but that was not the only thing going on with me. I was hearing voices in my head, I thought it was some kind of reaction to something but I was wrong, I was hearing a man's voice in my head, crying out from pain. I do not know who it was and it did not sound like Alpha Kael, it was not close, yet I could hear it.