Black Love Story Books Novels & Stories

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

The memories immediately came rushing back again. Stephen is touching another woman. Kissing her. Lying to me. Pain twisted sharply inside my chest. Mr Blackwood must have noticed because his expression hardened slightly. “Men like that are pathetic.” I looked up at him. “Men like what?” “Men who betray women who love them.” Something about the way he said it felt personal. Like he understood betrayal far too well. I studied him carefully. “You sound experienced.” A shadow crossed his face briefly before disappearing. “Experience teaches many things.”

JESSIE POV And that’s how the rest of the term went. Not just Kira. The whole fucking cheer squad. It started small. Kira couldn’t keep her mouth shut about how good it felt, how she’d never come so hard in her life. She whispered it to the others during practice, late-night sleepovers, group chats. They laughed at first, calling her crazy. Then they got curious. And also the book helped too, since I added that I wanted them to, wanted them addicted, craving, unable to resist. One line in the black leather pages, written late at night while my new cock throbbed under the covers:

Loving in the only way a man like Damien Vale knew how. “I love you,” I whispered, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Even though you’re terrible.” “You’re the only right thing I’ve ever done,” he growled, thrusting harder. His hand wrapped around my throat with perfect pressure. “This cunt was made for me. My forbidden blood. My wife.”

He was sitting on the edge of his massive, dark bed, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, deliberate movements. “I’ll go straight to the point,” Rissa started, her voice shaking despite her efforts to stay cold. She didn't move far from the door. “Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.”

I gasped, eyes wide. ‎He didn't flinch; he just stood there and let me see him. His cock was so long and thick with veins popping, much longer than Damon's. I clenched my thighs tightly, gosh I'm dripping just from the sight of his mighty cock. ‎My eyes roamed up to his muscular chest, his skin glowed lightly with heat, and his hair was wet and tousled; he seemed to have been wacking off before I walked in. ‎"I'm Charles Blackwill," he introduced smoothly, his fingers stroking his cock slowly. "Damon's young uncle. His dad's little brother."

“With Victor, I thought I wanted the bond so badly. I thought it would fix everything. And he destroyed me instead.” “This would be different,” Zara said. “Would it?” I asked. “He’s the Alpha King, the most powerful wolf alive. What if he’s cruel too? What if he’s selfish? What if… I can’t survive another bond breaking?” "The legends say a second bond can't be rejected." Zara said. "Legends also said Shadow Wolves were extinct." I stood, suddenly restless. "I can't think about this right now. I only have few days to prepare for a mission that will probably get me killed. That’s already enough stress.”

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

Adam was next to me and immediately put pressure on my chest, making me wince in pain. My chest felt heavy, and I grew weaker as black dots clouded my vision. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. What first got my attention was his Green eyes. "Daphnie, listen to me," Adam said. "Daphnie, I'm right here." Adam took my left hand and slid the ring on my finger, saying, "I, Adam, give you, Daphnie, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you."

Damn it. She slowly craned her neck up to see the person and a low gasp left her mouth seeing the guy. He was strikingly handsome. Tall, muscular built, silky, smooth, black hair falling on his forehead. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a black leather jacket. But when her eyes met his, she froze because his irises were black completely black, pitch dark, or maybe the darkest shade of brown. His face was expressionless. And the intensity by which he was looking at her was so intense that it made her glued to her spot. Somehow, I got dangerous vibes from him.