Character Black Beauty Novels & Stories

— Your destiny… Madeleine released her hands and took a few steps back leaving him, he started running, but the road was endless if he stopped suddenly when he saw the white wolf in the middle of the hall staring at her, an overwhelming growl behind her forces a dirty déspace, You can feel your heart racing on the altar is the black miral wolf with a calculating look and eager to get there. His legs tremble as he sees him advance and intentionally move them but they do not respond, look down and notice that the lack of color mutated, turning pink but little by little it turns red, inexplicably, She is standing in a charcoal of blood or so it seems and little by little she is missing in the w

“Yes, because Sebastian may seem like a monster, but he has devoted some time to make sure that you, his family, your children survive this world he’s still having trouble navigating.” After the conversation ends, Trent had some pep to his step. After leaving his room, Sebastian moves through the living room towards his bar. Sitting there is Vera Black, a woman of moderate height and beauty. Her fashion sense is garish, and the fur-coat she wears appeared too hot for any kind of weather. “Sebastian,” the mousy woman greets, and Sebastian pauses, but continues. “Darling.” She moves around the bar to greet him, a square glass half-filled with dark liquor.

“That’s unbelievable.” She sucked in air and her abdomen contracted with desire as she looked down on the six foot tall ebony beauty sitting astride one of the most powerful Black Friesian horses Ari had ever encountered. It’s sleek, ebony coat was a perfect match for Denai’s own rich flesh. Its size made Ari’s own Arabian mare look like a Shetland pony next to it. The colorful turban atop Denai’s shapely head added to the illusion of someone of stately importance -perhaps even royalty- approaching.

she smiled and exited the place like nothing had happened. The crowd made some noises, and some were laughing. Beauty looked at me, showing me the box in her hand. "She's your cousin?" "Yeah, the most crazy one." I shook my head. Beauty looked at the box in hand, and I did the same. She looked confused as she looked back at me and instantly put it inside my pocket. "Your cousin is very stunning, Mr. DJ. The Mondragons, indeed, are a breed of handsome and beautiful faces," one reporter said amongst the crowd.

Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results. Clement " Just listen to the mad scientist. Just because your little super human experiment worked, doesn't mean you can defend your Frankenstein. She may be the best and effective asset we've ever had but look at the mess she's made both in the past and present. She's an unpredictable killing machine, you can never know when she's going to snap. Remember the time when we hired therapist to help

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

She should suffer day and night that's what he thought. 'If I said I wasn't surprised to see her bare body, then it would be a lie.She's beautiful...She's heavenly... Her milky skin with a perfectly curved body was just a turned on.Yes, I had seen many girls naked before but was never turned on just by looking at them.My urges pushed me so hard that I was hardly able to control myself and wore her one of my black hoodies...It reached below her thighs as it was too big for her fragile body.'

A new slave has entered the manor; I wasn’t sure what to expect but a part of me was a bit jealous of the new dark-furred beauty that came into our lives. She was young like me, and she was thin. Her breasts were large and hardly fit in the rags she was given. Her hair was pitch black and fell in silky waves down her back like melted dark chocolate. Her eyes were a dark emerald green equipped with such long and gorgeous eyelashes.

The beast before me did. It was huge and dark. When I say huge I mean at least tree or four hundred pounds of muscles, and when I say dark, I mean of the blackest black you can imagine. Most black wolves are not pure black, like me, but more of a deep dark grey. Pure black wolves would probably be a melanistic wolf. But the black of this wolf was much deeper than this. Black surfaces still have some refractivity. This wolf’s hair had none. It was like all light got sucked in, just like it would be in a black hole, which made his shape slightly indistinct. Only its teeth and eyes were truly visible. And those eyes were red. Not glowing red obviously, but the deep dark colour of blood. This wo

I couldn’t look away. Damian’s wolf was breathtaking—a towering, midnight-black beast with silver streaks running like lightning through his thick, glossy fur. His muscles rippled powerfully beneath the coat, every line carved for dominance and lethal grace. Golden eyes burned with controlled fury, intelligent and unrelenting. When he moved, it was with fluid, terrifying elegance. He was beautiful in the most dangerous way possible.