Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

"Between the rain blocking my view of the road, my GPS refusing to work, my car breaking down, the lights doing weird stuff, that putain de fucking storm last night, and now this! It's like the universe gives me the huge middle finger whenever I start to walk away from you, no matter what the reason!" Black passed one arm under Bianca's knees and the other behind her back. He began to rub the bridge of his nose against the temple of his soul mate." In that case, don't walk away." Bianca ran a hand over her face and sighed. "I'll do my best not to wander off, but I'd also like you to be a little more accommodating." Black nodded slowly before placing a tender kiss on his soulmate's temple. He

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

He could bet with every miserly thing he had that the psychopath was enjoying their painful separation to the fullest. Leo looked up at the single ray of light that shone from a hole in the ceiling, plunging the rest of the place into deep damp darkness. It was getting harder each day to keep hope alive. Whether it was to please his pack to please his people or to please himself, Titan Black relished this incarceration and had no intention of making him a free man once again.

Mikael gets down. Two of the mobsters open the door of Black's office with one blow. Elevator doors close. “No…” I whisper. But despair has paralyzed me. There's nothing else to do. I've come this far. ‘Mina, can I trust you?’ I'm sorry… ‘I want to be special to someone.’ I'm sorry, Black. ‘I want to start a family…’ His voice. ‘I have hope in you.’ His laughter. ‘Thank you.’ Boom.

It was never a myth. It is not a prophecy or a grand narrative written by the universe. It is a moment. A single, devastatingly clear moment—when you look at one person, and the world suddenly snaps into focus around them. When everything that once felt scattered, unfixed, and vaguely wrong abruptly finds its center. When she appears, you realize just how unfocused your soul had been before, drifting without an anchor, mistaking motion for direction. That night, I dressed in black—her favorite color on me—and lingered in front of the mirror longer than necessary. Just a few extra seconds. Enough to catch my own reflection and feel something dangerously close to anticipation.

- Incompatible Souls: Made for each other -Caged: In the dark embrace of my saviour - Light in my Dark (Xaphan's Story) Keep smiling :-)

Chapter 59: The Black Colored Soul AFTER Abbadon was sent to the punishment room, the black soul that was regaining its consciousness immediately got surrounded by the curious gods and goddesses. Why was her soul colored in black? That was the first question that came up in their minds the first moment they saw her. That was the first time they saw a pure, black soul that is why it made them all curious. Loraine, whose house was near the area where the ruckus happened, heard everything and also became one of the creatures who got curious about the said "black soul". She couldn't help but wonder how her soul became so black.