Black Numbers の小説・ストーリー

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

It materialized directly on the track. Between Alina and Kaira. A black vehicle. Unlike anything else in the Archive. No silver. No symbols. No light. Just darkness. Both women froze. The system exploded. Every notification turned blood red. [UNAUTHORIZED PARTICIPANT DETECTED] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] The black car accelerated instantly. Faster than either of them. Impossible speed. Impossible presence. The finish line was only moments away. Kaira's face lost all color.

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.

I mumbled before everything went black. itsclarixass

she stated to the man. “The hints on our forehead hold significance when the colors shift to black, white, and red. Black represents negative emotions and death. White is your success toward your goal, and red is a regressor like us, harming us.” Livia expresses gratitude towards Emit. Encountering another regressor is undoubtedly fortunate; otherwise, she would remain uninformed indefinitely. “Pleasure to meet you, Emit. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with me. Here is my calling card. If you need assistance, feel free to reach out to me. I’m ready to go now.” Livia rose from her seat and gracefully presented Emit with her calling card.

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.

"Make them disappear. No footage, no record. Nothing. We're going to Code Black." Code Black. Dead. Until further notice.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

GRAY “Incoming,” I whisper as I see a flurry of movement across the forest. I’m on the periphery, falling back and observing how the recruits fare in their first war games while still giving a little bit of direction here and there. So far, I’m impressed with my team- they’ve taken out every encroaching member of the black team before they can get close to the bunker. I’m not sure what strategy they employed for offense, but it’s clearly not working for them.