Black Numbers Novels & Stories

Death has only one colour and that is the magnificent black. He was dead inside, he had pains buried deep inside of him that one would have to kill him to get those sufferings and pains out of him. And maybe the reason he wears black is not only because it represents his pains but also because because it's the only colour he's ever known, the only colour that ever gave him safety, a sense of belonging. One couldn't know what way to choose in the dark because darkness offers no paths, it doesn't provide a torchlight and a guide to get out of it, the darkness.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

I asked as I sat beside Ethane. "Well that is just how we express our feelings here in the demon world and I just love the color black as well," Ethane tried to explain. "I still don't understand. Black means love or hatred or??" I asked in a confused look. "Love. Black means love and red means hatred," Ethane replied. "Does that mean you love me?" I asked with curiosity. "Don't be silly now," Ethane said as he pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

Hunter said quietly, “because for the first time in such a long and bleak life I have a real friend whom I don’t want to lose. After standing like that for a little while, Black began to quickly get ready. To begin with, he changed into all black: a T-shirt, jeans, army boots with metal inserts on the toes, leather fingerless gloves, a bandana on his head. In the dark, it would be difficult to see even a creature with such incredible vision as wolves. Quickly making a temporary shoulder sheath for blades from improvised means, John placed them behind his back and only after that he left the house. Climbing into his Mercedes, Black, in anticipation of the imminent battle, started the car engi

He said relaxing her. The elevator stopped on the 13th floor and when the door opened, the smell of more blood hit her nose hard. A few men are standing near the elevator door wearing all black. She wonders why the mafia and gangsters always have to wear black. Can’t they find any other color? But her thoughts were caught by her mate as she is looking at his men’s black dress with a confused look. “They must, because black is the color of intimidating, confidence and more than that it is the color of evilness” He explained to her to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

Katie had turned her entire closet upside down and yet she could not find any suitable clothes in the colour 'gray' she could wear to work tommorow. Gritting her teeth, she cursed whoever it had been that'd brought about the change of color code. Like seriously,what kind of colours were black, white and ash?! So dull! But she'd have to adhere to the colour code whether she liked it or not. Except she was ready to start looking for another good paying job in another multi trillion dollar firm.

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.

Henri complained as Tia stood opposite him. Tia was very much in love with wearing black outfits for their dates… It was her favorite color. "My Lord, before you met me, Black has always been my color and code… it's my favorite and just letting go of it won't be that easy. It's as if you are telling a monkey to stop eating bananas but your majesty, I would see to changing it, as I would now go for brown and become 'miss brownie' and no longer 'miss black'," Tia said and winked with a cute smile.