Black Desire Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Fine. I'll just kill him. I'm sure that will either put me more in the good or the bad, but either way, someone is losing, and I am blaming it on you because you won't help me." The shadows coalesced behind me. My heart jumped at the familiar sight, but when the figure solidified, Natalia's dark eyes stared back at me through the mirror. She crossed her arms while standing very rigid. I wondered if she had been a soldier in her past life. A soldier with an attitude, maybe. "I don't like being blackmailed," she growled. I shrugged. "What do I do? This guy is a creep. Do I kill him?" "What's he doing?"

Caleb asked. Micah shrugged. “Look, it’s like this. Every woman wants some black cock. It’s the mystique. They all want to see a big, black one slide into their cunt.” He paused. “So yeah, I’ve had a good share of white pussy. Let me ask you, how big is your cock?” Caleb hesitated. “About seven-and-a-half, and normally thick.” “Great,” Micah said. “About the same as mine. But given the choice, a white woman would take my black meat before your white meat. Mystique. So, ever had any black pussy?”

“Oh, nothing big. Maybe a recommendation? A transfer upstairs? A little help snagging that promotion I’ve been waiting for.” Lena sucked in a breath. Blackmail. Dylan tilted his head, pretending to think. “Or… maybe I just keep my mouth shut. That’s valuable too, isn’t it?” Alexander took one slow, lethal step forward. “Are you blackmailing me?” Dylan didn’t back down — but his voice trembled slightly. “I’m asking for… mutually beneficial cooperation.” Lena could feel the tension in Alexander’s body — the way he was fighting the urge to snap.

Not fifteen minutes had passed when the devil walked in. My eyes met his cold brown ones, and I immediately regretted it when the image of last night came to mind. Neither of us said a word, and I continued my breakfast, pretending he wasn't there. He wore a pair of black jeans that hang loosely around his hips, a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a black Adidas. What was this, the national black day? It suited him; though I assure you, his soul was darker still. "You'll get cold in that," He walked toward me and stuffed one of my strawberries into his mouth. A delicious smell consumed my nostrils. His perfume.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Outside his window the city hums its indifferent nighttime hum and inside this apartment something that started eight months ago in a building elevator and lived in one look back before the doors closed has finally, completely arrived. I am not looking back anymore. There is nothing to look back at. Everything I wanted is right here. End of Arc 26: The Blackout

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

she said. Xavier was dumbfounded for a few minutes. He knew his friend was quite the character, but he didn’t expect his daughter to be worse than he was. Dante had never blackmailed him. Matter of fact, no one had because they all feared him. Here he was facing a twenty-year-old with an evidence that could ruin his life. “You are so sexy, and I wish I could have you right now,” Xavier said, while Guilia fought to find her jaw on the ground.

“No.” A chill ran down her spine, but it wasn’t fear she felt—it was something far more dangerous. Excitement. Lust. Madness. She should have run. But instead, she grabbed his face and kissed him. --- Steamy Chaos Dante growled against her lips, shoving her back onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her, his heat searing into her skin. “Is this what you want?” he rasped, dragging his teeth along her throat. “To be ruined?”