Black Numbers Novels & Stories

Maybe I should blame the man, huh? A little farther away I saw a black car at the entrance of the resort. The contemporary luxury car was very flashy. Especially the one leaning to the side then. Greco was sporting a black suit, black dress shirt and a black tie. He was very corporate, like a dark lord. It is impossible to ask why so many are staring at him nearby. He can easily attract attention on even just by standing there. My irritation has subsided lately. I regained my good disposition. Meanwhile, Greco looked at me with unreadable face. It's always like that so I just adjusted. I smiled at him. He only tilted his head a bit, looking at what I was wearing.

Rooh's pov: I am standing in front of this huge building and it looks so magnificent. Anyone can tell with their blind eyes how much rich the owner is which is of course the handsome devil standing beside me. The whole building color was black, what's the obsession of this man with black color. Black car, black clothes, black interior of the mansion, black dining table, even the plates and glasses are blank there. Is he a wizard in disguise of a human? Even his heart is black I can bet on it. That's why I already get negative vibes from him.

It was almost as if black symbolized more power. Then I realized I just bought a mask and didn’t ask him if it was okay when I see the woman wearing them in white and black just like the men. I looked at Chase and asked, “Is my mask color appropriate? I noticed that some women are in white and some in white and black. Mine is the only all black mask.” Chase let out a chuckle and said, “You have the right color mask love. I am surprised you have picked up on that. Black symbolizes power and rank. The more black the higher your rank.”

Now, this black color in the whole mansion starts to scare me, I don't know why. Rather, I love black, but for the first time in my life I became afraid of black. But I collect myself and take a deep breath and then exhale a large sigh of sorrow. And now, I started wiggling, turned the fingers of my left hand and stood in front of the door and then I held the door knob and turned onto the left side slightly to open the door, and then a voice of the door opening appeared in all this silence.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

I feel very bad, I have a horrible urge to vomit every time I see the digital numbers move at an incredible speed in the timer. I see the boss shouting with all his strength, begging the agents to finish with the bomb. He’s scared, afraid to die when he has more pending projects. Fourteen seconds, thirteen seconds...

She shook her head in amusement, "Haven't used a number of them yet, but so far, there's Red Dahlia: when I mean business and strictly business, there's...are you sure this won't bore you?" "Nothing about you ever bored me, Louisa." He watched her cheeks almost match her red, glossy hair. "Go on...you may include the events associated with them," he encouraged. She almost beamed, "okay, Black cherry is mutism, that was what I had three days ago, Power red is tolerance, I had it on in Hawaii when we met, uh...Orange tangerine is calm and efficacy, that too was in Hawaii when I had to encounter you and focus on my work, and there's Berry Nude which is what I'm putting on now," she avoided to n

We walk around for so long that for a moment l feel we are going in circles but Elsa claim to be the right track. I do not know how she was doing it because everything looked the same to me, dead brown-black trees all the way but she keeps insisting we are on the right way and before long we find the spot. We jog the rest of the way and once we get there, I get down to business.