Black & White 소설 & 이야기

Noah painfully swallowed. “What?” “In your memories… there are unnatural periods of silence and big black spots.” “Yea?” Blackie responded nonchalantly. “Don’t ‘yea’ me! Why do your memories have black spots?! Why is there no Levi?!” This time, Blackie fell silent for a while.

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Then everything went black. . .

They were helping because the wedding gown she was wearing had many complicated layers. Vance panicked, instinctively trying to block Rebecca's view. But there was no way he could do it. Even if he tried, Catherine had no intention of hiding. She blatantly walked straight forward and twirled in front of him, her voice growing even sweeter. "Help me decide. This one has so much black. I really want white." One of the assistants explained, "This style considers black the most noble color. And this isn't pure black. It's profound black, a color that symbolizes royalty."

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

"Well, you look extremely beautiful." "Your eyes are a different color, one I have not seen on people your kind? "Black people, you mean?" Grace blushed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. That was very...racist of me. Forgive me." She babbled. Bonnie smiled, "it's okay." "May I continue?" Grace asked Bonnie nodded.

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

“Save our child.” And then—blackness.