Novel & Cerita Black Like My Soul

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."

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.

"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."

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

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.