Black Desire Novels & Stories

I curse as realization down on me, I sat up on the bed “Wait guys how many pack are going to be joining in today's race, will Black wolves Pack finally participate this year?” “No, dad said they still refuse to make peace with other Packs in fact, the Black wolves Pack are now more dangerous than we all think, news has been flying that they have been killing every other pack members that steps into their Pack, I think they want to become powerful and take over the other packs” Jade explained “How is that even possible?” Zack groaned “Exactly, how is it possible that they can conquer four packs on their own?” Dante sighed “Their taste for power might push them to become evil someday” Dell add

“That sounds incredible. What do you want, baby?” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “In a lot of the p**n we watch, there are scenes with white wives getting fucked by well-hung black guys. I know a lot of it is fake, but every time I see a big black cock stretching a tight white pussy, I get soaking wet. I want to experience it for real. I want to get fucked by a hung black guy… while I suck your cock.” David stared at me in silence for several long seconds, his face unreadable. Then he stood up and left the room without saying a word.

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS EPISODE TWELVE ENEA POV Her innocence made me yearn for her more, It's funny how I hate girls with black hair but I found myself getting attracted to Sia, Her innocent eyes roamed around shyly as I pressed my body to her more. I tried as much as possible to avoid her for the past three days and focused on my business here but it's not easy, Her banging body keep appearing on my head each and every minute of the day.

She frowned as she dressed up. It was a black night lingerie dress. Beatrice gasped when she realized what she would look like when she wore it. The cloth was see-through, so it would be useless. Her body will still be obvious and her private parts will be seen. She immediately put it down and shook her head. “No! I will never wear that!”

What I deserve. I open the document. My breath stutters. Blackwell Holdings. The name sits there, bold and unmistakable. The office noise fades. My ears ring softly. Recognition hits harder than surprise. I scroll. The scope is massive. The expectations clear. The compensation generous enough to make my chest tighten. At the bottom…..signature pending. Soren Blackwell. My fingers go cold. This isn’t coincidence. This is convergence. I could decline. I should. It would be clean. Sensible. Safe.

She pressed her palms to her face, trying to muffle the sound, but it escaped anyway as the grief poured out, echoing off the stone like a wounded animal’s cry. She had dreamed of revenge. Of power. Of using Winter’s desire to her will, of turning River’s loyalty into a weapon, of climbing from the chains of slavery until Leander knelt before her, begging for the mercy she would never grant, make him pay for every drop of her father’s blood he had spilled. She had seen a path—dark, dangerous, but hers. Now look where it had led: chained in a dungeon, body bruised from the Lycan’s fury, spirit cracked open under the weight of failure.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

Hot and white. “Ti bastard i ndyre, bir kurve! Rrospije mashtruese, qen muti! Si guxove?! Si guxove, Kyle?! Te qifsha robt, tradhtar i ndyre! Te marrte mortja, i pafytyre, bir kurve!” {you filthy bastard, son of a bitch! Lying whore, shit dog! How dare you?! How fucking dare you, Kyle?! Fuck your whole bloodline, you dirty traitor! May you rot, you shameless son of a bitch!}

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f