Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

We stepped into the elevator and it was awkwardly quiet “Why do you love black so much?* I asked him, catching his face lit up in his reflection on the elevator wall. “Why are you so beautiful?” He teased… Killian was going all in for me and he knew exactly what he was doing. “Well I mean, one can say black explains how colourful a soul can be??” “Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” I asked. “No, I mean it!” “Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!”..

I finally realized that Mother had never loved me, and choosing Roscoe or Marin would not change anything. Since that was the case, I would choose neither of them. I walked to the far end of the hall and picked up a black wolf that no one wanted. I chose a mate who was loyal and ruthless, not an ungrateful carp that bonded with someone else before I was even dead. Holding the black wolf in my arms, I said calmly, “Mother, I refuse to take what Alora rejected, and I won’t share my spirit treasures.” “You used to share half of everything with Alora. Who taught you such selfishness? Have you no sense of sisterly affection?”

The Sun meets the Moon at all hours of the day, never missing the chance to beam at each other - we are all under the same stars, Moon, Sun; yet, we are all so vastly beyond the word different, so very unalike. The inky moonlight commenced its grand return, cradling the sleepless figure that simply wordlessly gazed at it. Rae hopped atop Erin's stomach, patting it down as he got comfortable. "Lucky you, Rae. Wish I had someone to lean on," Erin sadly smiled, sighing softly at the warmth the calico cat irradiated. He felt like a sine wave, crossing the borders of sanity and entering that to pathetically sad desperation, yet never crossing the line back up. He couldn't come back up; not in the

I’ve seen more expressions from Alpha within 3 seconds than I have from any of the interactions with Zane. “I assume you’ve seen it for yourself now, there is nowhere to escape to. Beyond this border, you’ll only find the Black Lake pack. Unfortunately, they won’t treat you so kindly.” I subconsciously nod as I listen to him speak until the last sentence. I almost ask him to repeat it. Did he really just say that? We walk up the stairs as I chuckle at his words. “Won’t treat me as kindly eh? Seems about right” My hands instinctively brush against my neck where even the slightest touch induced a dull pain. Talking was already hard enough.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant.

Each word landed like a hammer, heavy, final, irreversible. The air left the room. I felt the color drain from my face as I shivered on the bed, like my body already understood what my mind refused to accept. I looked at Black. His eyes were no longer human. They were dark, bottomless pits of rage. I could see that something inside him had snapped loose, something ugly and violent crawling to the surface. I saw that look, that look that months of care from the guys had made me forget. He walked toward the bed, his footsteps slow and heavy. Before I could even blink, his hand flew through the air.

Soheila tried to move her arms and legs, however, she stopped when every move she did, her broken bones made Soheula feel pain. “Master...” A tiny voice rang on Soheila's head. It was Little Black. “Little Black?” Soheila said softly through her mind. Little Black's eyes watered when he heard his Master called his name with a soft voice. His heartache when he remembered what happened a while ago. “Master... Master!” Little Black tried to stop his tears from falling but failed. “We... We're useless, Master!” Little Black's tears kept on falling endlessly. Soheila sight and took out the two spirit beasts from the Constructional space.

What more did I need? Well, I needed a soul. How did I put a part of me in it. I thought, deciding to just let it happen. I thought of what I wanted it to look like. It definitely had to be black. Black was my new favorite color, with fur and big white eyes. I could already see it and it was already cute. No teeth, we did not need it killing people with sharp teeth. My body relaxed, tapping deep in me with me just pouring everything in me out. I did not know if it was my soul but I was pouring something from me out, just pushing it out mentally, not sure if it was happening.

Black coal Black scar Black scale Black and lovely melanin You are as tough as a coal Like a scar you have marked me a spot among the cloud Your hardness has taught me hardship and endurance under the scorching fire of the yellow glow Black and lovely melanin You made me weak You make me strong You made me sad You make me happy You are a great gift from the world's blacksmith Of the colors in the world you are greatness Black and lovely melanin From you the black smith of the world refined and nurtured me into a lustrous gem I will love and cherish you forever. Black coal Black scar Black scale Black and lovely melanin -Anthony. O. Godwin