Blackness Marine Novels & Stories

Marina said. “Well, I’d have a problem with you fucking any other man, so I have a problem with you wanting to be fucked by a black guy.” Caleb paused. “I just don’t get it.” He had wondered about this whole black thing. Was “big black cock” just a myth, or were they really larger? Marina was always vocal when they had sex. He couldn’t help but wonder if a black cock—large or not—would make her call out anything different. “Would you let me suck on the finger of a black man?” Marina asked.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

“Why are your jaws flapping about a ride? Your stupid choices are the reason our family clinic is losing all its gold shares on the network boards. If your fur shows up at the Blackthorne Pack Estate, the Alpha will just rip our throats out faster.” Maria does not let his growls shake her spirit. She glides down the last steps on quiet paws, locking her eyes straight onto Warner’s face. “My hands have a secret piece of ice. If Kaelen Blackthorne sees the markings on this device, his inner wolf will have no choice but to drop his claws and sign a peace treaty with our line.” “What kind of pack weapon are you talking about?” Warner asks, his ears twitching with sudden doubt. Maria lets out a s

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

This is a good chance for me to show myself, which is why I’m really thrilled. I couldn’t help clenching on my pen as I looked outside the window, where a gigantic warship was berthed at the harbor. Sacre bleu, it had to be the most imposing warship I had ever seen—it was painted in black for camouflage in night battles, whereas its hull was of a sleek design. With the towering bridge on its bow, it looked just like a horned beast sailing through the seas. The thought of sailing in that warship as it crashed through the waves to the merpeople’s territory excited me.

He didn't take his hands out of his pockets. ​The woman stopped rocking. Her blue eyes looked from Dante’s face down to Bella’s, her expression shifting from cautious appraisal to a slow, heavy recognition that made her shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. "I was his assistant, Mr. Blackwood. Before the Directorate closed the labs. My name is Martha." ​"The Delaware firm is filing for the deed tomorrow morning," Bella said, stepping past Dante to the bottom step. "They have the maritime routing codes from Boston." ​"I know," Martha said, her voice low and surprisingly steady. "The local bank called about the escrow change yesterday. I knew Evelyn wouldn't let them have the ledger without a

Zayden The southern port district reeked of diesel fuel, rotting fish, and freezing ocean brine. Heavy freezing rain lashed against the corrugated iron roofs of Warehouse 14, echoing like a hail of gunfire. Inside the cavernous, dimly lit hangar, thirty heavily armed mercenaries from Victor Romano’s top syndicate stood positioned around three massive steel shipping containers—filled with thirty million dollars' worth of military-grade munitions that belonged exclusively to the Blackthorn conglomerate.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

The water is black because death paid a visit and so far, the water has lost the war in returning itself blue. I rub my arms as we walk the long deck between gargantuan ghost ships, searching for Nokita. "Over here," he yells after we've walked at least a mile, though that might be an exaggeration. We locate him or more accurately, he locates us from a mid-sized enclosed bay where he's working on what must be the smaller sub. He sticks his head forward and outside the glass dome. "She's almost ready." I peer at the dented chunk of metal that's seen better days and then into the black water surrounding it. "How close?"

​Sa itaas ng dagat, sakay ng isang armored stealth cruiser, mabilis na naghahanda ang pamilya Black. ​"Liam, sigurado ka ba rito?" tanong ni Aria habang tinutulungan si Liam na isuot ang kanyang Deep-Sea Pressure Suit. "Ang pressure sa ilalim ay sapat na para durugin ang kahit anong submarine sa loob ng isang segundo."