Cast Of Little Black Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

SABRINA MORALES Gabby stood at the snack station, and I waved to catch her attention, but she didn’t notice me. I smoothed my hair back and walked over to join her. Our high school friend Denzel was having his directorial debut film previewed today. He’d sent out what I assumed was a batch email to our old group, so I expected a few more familiar faces to show up. Gabby was grabbing two bags of popcorn when she spotted me. Her eyes lit up, and a small gasp slipped from her lips.

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

The infamous Andrew walked in with his bag slung sluggishly over his shoulders. I sat up straighter to have a better look at his face. Oh my.... My brain seemed to malfunction. Everything slowed even my heart stopped. I needed time to take him all in. He didn't have freckles, he didn't wear glasses, he didn't need braces because....hell.....shit....he had the most perfect smile on earth. I couldn't help but stare. He had jet black hair that seemed to bring out his dangerously grey eyes. They were so bright but his long eyelashes overshadowed them. There was something dark in those eyes...mysterious. It oozed all over him.

I didn't need to look up to know he saw me. But I did anyway. Chance Black stood at the front of the room, dressed in black again. Shirt buttoned all the way up this time. Sleeves long. No tattoos in sight. He looked neat. Sharp. Cold. His hair was down. Longer than I remembered. Dark waves that brushed just past his jaw, messy but intentional. His jaw was tight. His lips didn't move unless he needed them to. He looked too good. Too young. Too fucking hot to be standing up there like he wasn't a walking distraction.

Emera Black I ,christabel and chole got back to my room after all the drama that happened. I was tempted to go back to my mate and continue what we started last night. "I can't believe i got dressed up for nothing. Christabel said making herself comfortable on my bed. "Yeah me too, at least your mate saw you in a beautiful dress unlike alpha black and I who are mateless, so we were the ones who got dressed for nothing. Chole said pulling her heels and joining christabel to lie on the bed.

Kemi chimed in; although she looked ravishing, a hint of tiredness was evident in her voice. Kayla gave her mother an apologetic smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by a deep voice behind me, saying, “Hi, I am the family black sheep of the family.” I turned to see the figure in a black tux. In my eyes, Leo and Mario did not necessarily have a striking resemblance. Even though they had the same haircut, cute pinched nose, towering height, and the shiniest dark skin, I could still tell they were different.

“Who the hell is that?” “Stacy? Nora? Penelope?” I poinedt the neck of the bottle in my brother’s direction. “Penelope. She sounded familiar.” Titus choked and knocked his fist into his chest. “Jesus. Why doesn’t this prick have a little black book yet?” “Rumor has it that they don’t make them big enough,” Elena chimed in. I darted my eyes across the table to Elenas, ignoring my brothers’ laughter. At least Chloe tried to hide hers.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.