Character Black Beauty Novels & Stories

A giant figure stepped into view, a woman, if the word could even apply. She towered over the entrance, hunched and monstrous. Her face was twisted by time and rot, her skin leathery, her teeth yellowed and jagged. Blood stained the corners of her mouth, and her sunken eyes gleamed with a cruel light. “Finally,” she growled, her voice low and thunderous. “Sleeping beauty’s awake.” She laughed. A deep, guttural sound that rattled the bones of the cell. It was a sound that didn’t belong to any human, or wolf.

I froze at its beauty. I began to walk, looking around the place. Suddenly, I was shoved to the ground by the black wolf that had saved me. Though he attacked me from behind and I was unable to see his face. I know it was him. I remembered his pleasant scent of beechwood. I was now lying on my back as he sank his sharp claws within me. I cried and twisted my body to escape from him, but he was too strong. He growls at me, and I feel his saliva drop onto the top of my head. I was then bitten on my shoulder. I screamed out.

The newlywed bride was seated on the bed in the centre, all dressed up in the white fluffy princess gown waiting for her groom. The room was extravagant and exotic, the raven theme making it tempting enough to be stuck at the same point for several seconds. Her husband from a few hours back turned up to be excessively obsessed with black and now that she noticed, she had witnessed him in black almost all the juncture. Even his belongings had shades of black! What do we call that? Yes, black beauty! He was an undeclared black beauty.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

It worked each giant she'd killed, and she knew it would work for this Gray Shadow. Before long, her interest in the job had earned her an audience with the king of Rumstead. Given his amused expression during her proposal, he pretty much discredited her ability to kill the giant. But her stolid confidence had brought forth an offer: Kill the giant and half the kingdom, plus five chests filled with gold would be hers. The price was astronomical. Rumstead was the largest and one of the most prosperous kingdoms known and even owning half of it would make her the richest woman in history. But Helia suspected the bounty was made so rich because the king and the others didn't believe for a second

Batool said gently as Hooriya squeezed her hand in assurance with a soft smile. A woman dressed in a black dress walked in. She was beautiful and had a striking resemblance to aunt Batool. "Hooriya, this is Hafsa, my daughter." Batool introduced her as Hafsa forwarded her hand and Hooriya shook her hand with a smile. "I'm happy to meet you," Hooriya said genuinely. It was so saddening that such a beautiful woman had such a bad husband. But that man was no more and hopefully, Hafsa will be at peace now rather than having that man as a husband. She will find her happiness.

Beki nuzzled against our bond. She loved me unconditionally and wasn’t the type of wolf who wanted a better-looking human half, but even she had to admit that life was a thousand times easier with the advantage of beauty. “Wait a minute.” Marianna strode into the room, her hands clenched into fists. “Why does that behemoth get the beautiful a****n and we have to make do with average- looking Neutrals?” “Miss Aibek requires a body that can handle her immense power.”

He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

Blackwell declared in a determined tone and Beast ended up scoffing. “ Well. Too bad that I don't have any heart or emotions. ” Beast snickered darkly and pushed his hair back. Beast needed to find this Blackwell before, he really lost his mind and gave in completely to the worst side of his. “ Oh. Am I supposed to say something cheesy like ' You don't have a heart because you gave it to someone else ' ? ” Blackwell wondered in a dramatic tone “ Someone like my sweet niece? Oh. She is so sweet and loving. Not suitable for the other side of world at all just like her mother whom everyone loved. ” Hate could be easily detected in Blackwell's tone.

Chelsea was astonised as she let out a silent gasp that no one could hear , the woman was strikingly gorgeous . Long black hair , a set of beautiful emerald eyes and skin as pale as the moonlight , she was a walking disaster . Her beauty alone would be enough to crush Empires beneath her feet , watching the woman get closer to them Chelsea felt a deep sense of threat and insecurity claw right up in her heart .