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He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”

I like to think I’m more like my mom than my dad. My soul is the very essence of my last name. Black. My soul is black, my hair is black, my clothes are black, my mind is dark, everything about me seems to live up to my last name – except for my skin color. I have a buddy from Pete’s Gym who's black, but his last name is White. It always confused outsiders when he and I would spar and we had people hollering our names at us. We thought it was funny. The confusion on their faces never got old.

He doesn’t need to say anything, I read on his eyes that he’s speaking the lyrics to me, that thanks to me, he finally knows there is a good part in him, that I found the light he couldn’t find Lovers in the night Poets trying to write We don’t know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You’re where I wanna go The part of me that’s you will never die My voice suddenly sounds louder when I sing this part to him. He’s busy driving, but I can see the smile form on his lips. The song represents us a lot. Us, two idiots who committed a crime without thinking. Us, two people who are struggling, but raising our heads. Us, two lovers who found comfort in each other. No matter how bad

Her platinum blonde hair flows to her waist as her ivory skin flushes with exertion. “Girl, why are you running through the crowds like that? You are a lady. You mustn’t run or scream. You must always be poised. It is the way of the world. Not to mention. You shouldn’t be seen talking to the black folk.” She runs until she is within arms reach before bending over to retch out this mornings’ oatmeal. I barely have time to back away; thus, resulting in a narrow miss of days old oatmeal on the bottom of my dress. Mae wipes her hand against the back of the mouth. Charming, nonetheless. “You know I don’t care about that. We form a sisterhood, and color should never be a factor. I will change that

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

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The night of Charlotte's fifteenth birthday was going perfectly until suddenly it was all over, the guests ran terrified from the place looking for shelter, the blood ran through the whole environment and she Charlotte just wanted to take revenge on that bastard who snatched her happiness from her hands. Minutes after seeing those men dressed in black and that fat man dressed in white in the place, Charlotte knew that something bad was going to happen, her intuition told her, she looked to where her mother was and saw her desperately looking everywhere until the moment that no one ever expected happened, these men in black took out their long guns and began to aim at Charlotte's mother, she

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.