Character Black Beauty Novels & Stories

Kristopher was drooling over Hope when he was interrupted by Christian Valentino who can't stop staring at the black beauty in front of him as he spoke, "the death of me." Hope, from the corner of her eye, saw Kristopher and winked in his direction while he could not stop but stared at her. She was so feisty tonight. Wearing a red knee-length dress, a soft makeup on her face but the red lips stole the show. Red and black... the hottest colours when it comes to the choice of women. Amelia looked happy... so beautiful. "We are going to get laid tonight!" Hope spoke in a loud voice and Kristopher somehow seemed to listen when he with furrowed brows asked, "What the hell is she talking about?"

----- RIEKA We exit the side door of the house and standing before us are two gorgeous horses! One is a beautiful black stallion, just like I imagine Black Beauty, from the book, would look. The second horse is a palomino. Its body has the perfect golden shimmer to contrast with the creamy white mane and tail. She is perfectly groomed and both horses are saddled up and ready to go. They are both extremely large, but the black stallion is the bigger of the two. I guess at least one of them would have to be massive in order to carry Aleksandr. I notice that the black horse has a couple saddle bags as well, but I can’t see what’s inside them.

"So are you blind, this is not the hair on your head, this is your skin cut from place to place. And are you getting lots of pimples on your face and you are black." Hearing this, she becomes completely silent and cannot say anything, but the old woman speaks again in her loud voice."I know some girls have a different beauty on their face,But that doesn't mean you're ugly, it's just that black girls have looks,And you should be thankful that your eyes are beautiful, which have two colors, blue and green. Your hair is long thick, your skin is white. There is not a single pimple on your face nor any stain on your body. How can you say that you are ugly. Look you may not be beautiful but you

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

"That’s Christopher and your Alpha running into a trap! The Master will kill them both!" "They’ll tear this mountain down first," Sarah said through her teeth. Rihanna sneered. "They’ll die in the dark! Right, my Lord?" The lieutenant opened the giant doors. Inside was a huge cavern around pool of bubbling dark silver light lit the room around it were black stone pillars. On a tall throne of black glass sat the Beast 8 feet tall, black armor, face hidden by shadow with 2 burning crimson silver eyes. The lieutenant forced Sarah to her knees on the stone altar.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

It's worse than any broken bone I've ever had. I drop onto the edge of my bed, chest still heaving. My hand is stained red, knuckles torn and raw, but the only thing that burns more than the sting of broken skin is the image seared behind my fucking eyes. Beatrice. That long, straight, brown hair. The kind of hair I ache to tangle around my fist and pull until she whimpers. The way it framed her delicate face. Those big, soft, honey brown eyes wide with want. And her mouth. That perfect fucking mouth. Lips parted to let out those shaky little breaths I felt ghost across my skin. The way she surrendered beneath me—unsure, unsteady, and sweet enough to drive me insane.

The others I had almost sacrificed. I tried to stay focused on the two witchwolves who stood in front, standing on their hind legs and keeping their disfigured arms in front of them, their black nails glistening with the blood they sought to shed. Marcella’s nails had actual blood dripping from the tips, and I hoped that whoever’s blood that was, was still alive. “Who are you? Speak or you will die with the rest of them!” Elena spoke to the black wolf. “No one is dying tonight except you!” The black wolf charged forward and took Elena down with it.

-EMILY- It felt like it had come to an end. The old hook drawn to a sharp brazen oil now set ablaze. I had always felt like that, my soul churning to the stupefied melodies my heart had made. My mind was always racing when he arrived, his black wavy hair bending the room to its will, his ferocious stare making me weak in the knee, and his well-chiseled chin bottling up every single punishment he was to serve.

Kael Morgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase. Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter.