Black Ugly People Novels & Stories

The July afternoon sun was toxic, a blinding white heat that threatened to melt the asphalt of the driveway, yet inside the conference room, the temperature had been cranked down so low it felt like a morgue. Ava arrived last. She had made a deliberate choice not to change. She wore the same black silk dress that had been ruined three days ago, the fabric stiff with dried vintage wine. Over it, she had thrown a men’s black trench coat, oversized and severe, the collar pulled up high to obscure the mottled bruises blooming on her neck—souvenirs of a night she refused to remember just yet. Her hair was still damp from a fresh shower, unstyled and wild, the ends dripping water onto the pristine

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

"Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl." Today, when Mason laid eyes on the photograph of Isabel Forbes, the girl destined to become his wife in a matter of days, his world turned topsy-turvy. He discovered that Isabel didn't fit his narrow definition of beauty; she had a skin condition called leukoderma. In contrast, Mason, a 27-year-old bachelor from Florida and the handsome younger son of wealthy industrialist John Williams, embodied the epitome of perfection, capturing the hearts of countless girls. Accepting an imperfect and unattractive girl as his wife seemed

My heart swelled with so much pride for him and yet, he had never done one big thing for me. Not as much as buying chocolate gifts on my birthday. I sighed before turning to walk away. He gripped my hand again. "Where the hell are you going?" He questioned angrily. And before I could open my mouth to say anything a commotion erupted at the entrance. Four men in black leather jackets and menacing expressions walked in, their eyes darting around the room. Perplexed, an unsettling chill snaked down my spine as realizations dawned on me. Intruders.

The roundness of his tummy couldn't be hidden, and his chubby hands rested on the protruding belly, as if trying to conceal it. "We've been seating here for close to twenty bloody minutes and the organiser hasn't even shown his ugly ass yet." Grey groaned out. "Who exactly are we waiting for?" It was Eddie asking. "The hell do I know? Ask the black woman over there. I hope her brain is as sharp as her tongue." "Now you better watch yourself Mr cause I ain't playing. Speak of me with respect and don't you go ridiculing my skin colour." "Black is a lovely colour." Brandon quipped.

I pray I never witness recognition from the black rogues. The black rogues were a group of hoodlums who dropped out of school to form their own school of evil. They are brutal and fierce. They are mostly used for killing, kidnapping, and causing chaos in the totem of the wolves. "I didn't do anything wrong to the black rogues! In fact, I have never seen them before," I responded, looking so confused about why she could ask me such a question. "Stop pretending here, Amaya! I can help you if you come out plain to me," she advised.

Shockingly, her mouth didn't even open this whole time! And yet the light bestowed upon for the first time ever flickered to distinguish. The City was really curse to experience something more bizzare than ever. And everyone seems to know that, much more to the faces of the men in black. They were Negins. They are thought to be ruthless, never swayed to temptation that the darkness brought upon. They able to hold themselve and even battle to death since the beginning of time. But the light just now was such a bother, it never been expected and it so far from what they believing!

Weight - that was what junk food did to one's body. When I signed back about beauty standards, Wren's face twisted with frustration. "Forget about them," she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. Her voice took on a sultry tone as she continued, "Black men will hunt you down, you know." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "My people have good taste and bigger cocks."