Black & White 소설 & 이야기

I say amused into the microphone so that the team can prepare. A convoy of 4 armored black vans is coming towards us, they stop a few meters away and a black man of approximately 1.90 with the face of a thug gets out of one of them, he smiled and I approached him. “Do you know that being late for a delivery is considered disrespectful?...” The man looks me up and down and answers “And who cares, whitey?...” he says with that strong street accent, shitty gangsters. “I think your boss ...” I say with a mocking smile

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

Then I blacked out. .

“Sweetheart, black is not all negative.” His words remained stuck in her head. He’s right. She’s a writer, she should see everything from a wider and deeper perspective! Black is so much more than just negativity. It’s protection and comfort, as well as strong, contained, formal, sophisticated, seductive, and mysterious endings and beginnings. Black is beauty in the dark. Oh, how her mind can be both shallow and deep at times.

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

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.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

Whispers cut through the air, and I could distinctly hear them murmuring about my rare, mismatched gray and blue-gray eyes—a strange mark that set me apart even among normal humans, let alone shifters. Blinking back a wave of frustration, I bit the inside of my cheek hard in sudden annoyance, trying my absolute best to keep my mouth shut and ignore them. Haven’t they ever seen a pair of weird eyes before? Ugh, mind your own business, I thought bitterly, quickening my pace as the low whispers followed me down the drafty hall.