Novel & Cerita Character Black Beauty

'' He replies, ''Okay, you're all set. Right. So, how do I move? I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I try my best to move but the black beauty does nothing. I mean, does she not like me because I'm doing my best here. Awkwardly shifting on her, I pat on the side of her neck, trying to calm her down or something but it's definitely not working. ''Mm, well, it's not working.'' I mutter.

“I will. I promise you that.” **END OF FLASHBACK** -------------- Black ran and followed Purity as she led the chase, taunting my wolf to catch her. And although Black and I both knew we could catch up on her and overtake her, we let her take the lead so we could let our eyes marvel at how beautiful she was. Purity was a gray wolf, but just like her mom, her shade was more of a light gray to brownish, in contrast to Black, who was on the darker side of gray.

One of the wolves steps up to me, growling for me to stop. A massive mansion appears nearby. It’s three stories high, dark, and painted-chipped with vines growing on it from years of no maintenance. Glass-stain windows display beautiful angel designs. It’s like the dark castle from Beauty and the Beast, and I’m Belle. Am I supposed to fall for the Beast? Can I change him from his ruthless ways? I laugh in my head at the thought. Yeah right.

If he really wanted to make up for all the bad things he did, then he had a very long way to go. I had just finished applying my lipgloss when I heard a knock from outside the door. Lucy looked at me and then at the door. She opened the door and Baron walked in. I turned to look at him and was awestruck. Baron was indeed very handsome, as much as I despised him, I couldn’t deny that fact. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes and a jawline that was sculpted to perfection. And the man sure knew how to dress. I realised that he was staring at me longer than he should have. It made my heart flutter a little.

Bella stood in front of the full-length mirror while the stylist adjusted the back of her dress. The red fabric was silky and expensive. It hugged her body tight and dipped low in the back, showing off every mark Mikhail had left on her skin. Bite marks. Fingerprints. All of them on full display. “I can’t wear this,” she said. Mikhail leaned against the doorframe, with his arms crossed. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look even more dangerous than usual.

“It looks like the cheerful one is here.” I looked at him with serious confusion. “What?” “Do you not remember from the party?” he said with a smirk, and it was just as I said that my eyes settled upon the tall, dark-haired man leaning upon the walls of the packhouse. All dressed in black. If it wasn’t for the delicate outdoor lighting and my car lights, I would have missed him. More like a vampire than a werewolf this one…

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

We all gasped and my four spirits looked at me and the beast in surprise. The beast and I stared at each other, and I couldn’t believe what my eyes perceived. The beast definitely looks like me, the only difference between us is the color of our eyes and hair. She had black eyes, but it’s void of emotion---like you can see your painful death if you stare in it longer. Her long black straight hair that reaches her feet looks like it has its own life as it swayed on its own even if there’s no strong wind.

She advises and I nod in understanding. "Don't you worry Ini, If this night should turn around in a negative light, it would most definitely not be because I overreacted or anything. I'll be on my best behaviour." I assure her and she gently pats my head before continuing with my makeup and this time, I had warned her sternly against going too far with it, so I don't end up looking like a masquerade or a witch. "You are definitely good to go!" Ini chirped excitedly as I walked out of my closet, putting on the black and white dress that she had gotten for me on my last birthday.