Black Desire Novels & Stories

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

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

“When did they come back?” “Last night, I guess. Be careful with people around. They are too crazy to be cautioned.” Lycus hissed. The Black are a gang that deal with missing people but are also dangerous because they kidnap for fun as well, and they are always attracted to women. They are always involved in activity like rape. I hate hearing about them because of their disgusting hobbies. They always fantasized about rape. Which I hated more. My gang only deals with hotels and gambling and weapons with other supplies, but we don't hurt women and kids unlike them.

How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on a angry rant. “Just because you are black does not mean you are better than me. I dealt with several black men like you—thinking you’re hot shit. Well, you are not! You are the scum of this earth! Always blaming white people for things not going your way. This world will not give you special treatment just because you are black. You have to earn it! But you nor any black man have earned shit! Stealing all the time, killing your own kind, involving in gang activities, and raping women. All of you should be thrown in jail. I bet I got a bigger dick than you!” he explodes on him.

Then black. Nothing.

I don’t need it… I don’t need you… go away. I wish I could say it out loud, but I'm scared, no, I'm terrified and all my demons are crying out loud. I suppress my shrieks and try to bring my breathing at an even pace. “Good night, my love…” He uttered, his breath falling on me and I don’t know how heartless one has to be to love someone who doesn’t love you back. What he feels for me is not even love, it’s just a coating of love filled with obsession and possession. His heart is black, it’s so black that even my darkness is scared from the entirety of his existence.

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,