Black Desire Novels & Stories

Raziah has told Dark anything even though the man now knows where Mary's dead body is. He smiled at the servant girl and promised to see her that night before he went to clean up Mary. **** River of Darkness: The black mist appeared and was gone revealing Dark and Raziah. Taking a deep breath on Raziah's neck, he let her go. He realizes he was thirsty for her blood and wants it badly. Well his hunger will have to wait. "Don't tell me this is hell." Raziah mocked, though, her eyes widened when she saw the black River. Never in her life has she ever seen one before.

A young, famous, and attractive man, full of riches and have a good standing in his medical field, a favourite among the ladies in the past, was alone; no one is beside him. No one is beside him for him to tell all his triumphs and defeats he experiences as he climbed up the social ladder. No one is beside him to color his life at cold nights; his nights is always pitch black, but he only saw it when he grew old. Yes, black is also a color, and he loves it-he sees it as a dignified, stylish, and chic colour but the pitch black color eventually terrified him as years passed.

Mу mind wаndеrѕ tо the ѕtаlkіng thаt nіght after lеаvіng Jessup’s сlub, tо Blаkе’ѕ аlbum, аnd then hеr саll, before I bеgіn to rеlаtе bасk what I know about Neon. “I thіnk she hаѕ something tо dо wіth the рrоѕtіtutіоn rіng. Blаkе tоld me she’s a ріmр оf sorts, runnіng girls fоr vаrіоuѕ gangs."

I sank lower into my chair, cheeks burning, clutching my notebook like a shield. I was always late these days. Always distracted. Always trying not to stare at Theo, the quiet boy who sat three rows ahead of me — the one who sometimes smiled at me in passing and made my stomach do little flips. But lately, even Theo couldn’t hold my attention when Professor Black was speaking. “Desire,” Professor Black said, continuing his lecture on nineteenth-century literature, “often exists in the space between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.” His voice was smooth and measured, but there was an edge to it tonight that made my skin prickle.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

Soon, the three men stood together in silence, smoke curling into the night air as they anxiously waited for news. "Belle is a fighter," Park finally broke the silence after exhaling a stream of smoke. "She's not going to give up now that she has you and Neo." Ethan lowered his gaze and took another drag. "She is," he admitted quietly. "She's always been brave." His voice cracked. "But I'm still scared." He released a shaky breath. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. Fear and doubt continued to claw at his mind, threatening to consume him whole. "Belle is a mother now," Darvid said thoughtfully while flicking ash from his cigarette.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

The willing prey. She backed towards the bed as he suddenly lunged for her, his eyes narrowed and hard. Suddenly she was on her back on the bed. Strong arms grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her; a cool contrast to the churning heat within her. And then his tongue was in her, his warm, moist, prodding tongue plunging into her cleft. She gasped as it opened her, arousing her further. Preparing her. She opened her thighs further, letting him cover her sex with his mouth as his tongue continued its penetration of her damp, eager furrow. She moaned his name repeatedly. His name meant black. His head, nuzzling at the apex of her desire, wa

Linda did hook up with guys here and there, but she never settled down. "Having a boyfriend is the least of my worries right now. Right now, I'm striving to pass this internship and maybe making my own clothing line, and I don't have to worry about stupid Andrei barking orders at me like I'm his slave. Like what the hell is wrong with that guy? Is he on his period or something I swear—" "Deep breath Linds," I instruct her. She inhaled then exhaled. "Sorry it's just... Andrei drives me nuts." She tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'm thinking of dying my hair blonde. I've been a brunette for a long time."

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***