Black Numbers Novels & Stories

She pulled a magenta crayon with slow precision from its box. “Dead skunk laying in the highway, hon,” he lied. “Smells bad, huh?” “A little.” Richard followed US Route 20 along with the other traffic going west. He noticed it had begun to rain, so he clicked on the wipers. In the overcast distance he saw an exit sign coming up fast: IRENE EXIT 1C BLACKWATER VAL ¼ MILE ROCKFORD ¾ MILE

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

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I don't pay for any of that. I pay my entrance fee in cash. I don't want them to track my name through my cards; I'm a bit suspicious about security. But as soon as I enter, I notice that the place is large and beautiful. All in black and red, which, according to the study of colors, are said to stimulate appetite and libido. I've studied a bit about how colors can affect the brain. I'm a builder. I design buildings and love colors. I've learned a bit about how to stimulate hunger, libido, calmness, and other emotions. But the black attracts me out of curiosity. Everything hidden under veils, everything concealed. The night enchants me, black veils, black suits, black glasses, black decorati

"I don't want to look like a penguin at any event. You may be fine with it but I'm never going to be caught dead wearing anything so morbid." Nash hummed in agreement. "You're right. Black is the colour of my soul, not yours. Your soul is like the colour of grandma workout shorts." Legitimately pissed, I decided work could wait. "Oh, just you wait, Nash. I'm coming over to pummel you tonight. I'm not even going to pretend to hold back." "I can't wait, boy. Just make sure your bite is as good as your bark because I can already see me patching you up on the low table."

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

The air in the North Tower’s deepest sub-level did not just carry the scent of dust and neglect; it carried the heavy, metallic tang of a past that had been buried alive. Silas Blackwood moved through the stacks of yellowed ledgers with a frantic, desperate energy. His gold-and-sapphire skin, a permanent brand of the divine unweaving he had endured, cast a rhythmic, flickering light against the stone walls. Each pulse of his aura felt like a heartbeat, irregular and pained.

REDEVELOPMENT AREA – 7:03PM The convoy of black vehicles came to a roaring halt, their tires crunching the gravel beneath them as dust rose into the air. Doors flung open in unison, and armed guards stepped out with silent precision. Leonard, dressed in all black with his coat flapping in the wind, stood in front of the first car, eyes locked on the empty horizon. His expression was unreadable, but his knuckles were pale from the force with which he clenched his fists and blood still gushing.

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g