Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

I asked. Tinitigan niya ako at nakita ko kung paano kumislap ang mga mata niya. Something about him changes that it's making me feel like I'm floating. "Your core is different from your soul, it has different color." Napangiti ako. "What's the color of my core?" "Black, it's black." Black, huh. What does that even mean? "And my soul?" "It's white, pure white." Mas lalo akong napangiti. "Silly."

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 means 'mighty warrior.' And you will never, ever know the taste of rejection." Far to the south, Silas Blackwood sat in his study, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked at the map of his territory, but his mind was on the ravine. He could still feel the phantom itch of the broken bond. He told himself it was just a biological remnant, a ghost of a severed nerve. He didn't know that the ghost was currently learning how to kill him.

After I heard the conversation Miles Blackwood had with his friend, Bjorn Nolan, I pretty much had to lean against the wall for support to keep myself upright. "Cassidy's lost so much because of you. She nearly died and was almost trafficked for… Anyway, you should treat her better," Bjorn said. Miles was quiet for a while. Then, he said, "Yeah. I've actually been searching for her these past few years." He fell silent briefly before continuing, "I admit I was reckless with the surgery back then. But since I've hurt her, it's only right that I take care of her now. It's my way of atoning."

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path.

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."

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."

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I can still hear the music But its not my Song. . I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible