Darker Than Black Hei Novels & Stories

Heavens. I was terrible, but even with my predicament, I could still testify that my killer was a little bit good-looking. No, mouthwatering. My mouth watered, only because I was scared to the pit of my stomach. It would have been much better if my mouth flooded because of his nice appearance. His hair was the darkest shade of black. Blinding black. He stood 6’8 tall. I guess. Watching from where he stood at the light switch. The runes that were the only thing that was visible when the lights were down had disappeared

Fighter urge to rub my eyes like a maniac so I could be sure if what I was seeing was true. Adriana’s bright hair has turned dark. Not just dark. But black. Like someone you black. Jet black.

This distracted Meng Qian a lot when washing himself, of course, that his beautiful hands trembled when washing his secret hole, but strangely he felt no pain at all just a slight itch, this could be caused by the different soap he was using. Finally, Meng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, he would have no trouble sitting down while playing the piano or limping as he walked. Yes, he was more concerned that this crazy night would hurt his practice with the piano instead of worrying about being drugged and being in the house of a stranger, which proves the system theory about the emotional intelligence of the Dark BL characters. They had very strong minds and it would have to be something very s

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

Not fifteen minutes had passed when the devil walked in. My eyes met his cold brown ones, and I immediately regretted it when the image of last night came to mind. Neither of us said a word, and I continued my breakfast, pretending he wasn't there. He wore a pair of black jeans that hang loosely around his hips, a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a black Adidas. What was this, the national black day? It suited him; though I assure you, his soul was darker still. "You'll get cold in that," He walked toward me and stuffed one of my strawberries into his mouth. A delicious smell consumed my nostrils. His perfume.

His eyes wide as looked over to Ragnar that had a surprised look on his face. "I'm almost the size of you Ragnar.... Now please understand I had no idea that my size was anything out of the ordinary until I saw you both shifted. I always knew I was bigger than my parents but no idea that I was the size of an Alpha, makes sense now why they never wanted me shifting in front of anyone." "Davi, what color are you my love?" "Black, but black with purple in the moonlight... But as black as you, even though you're blue in the moonlight"

His startling blue eyes have gone so dark I can hardly recognize them. Usually a sign of anger or hurt from all the years I have known him. “A bit of a shocker, right?” I say timidly biting my lip. If I bite it anymore I will for sure draw blood. “Just a bit.” He says and runs his hands through his jet black hair. It’s the color hair that millions of girls around the world use hair dye for.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

Whatever the darkest black color is, maybe midnight black, that's the color. "You were expecting white?" she teases. "I meant to tell you, Mike, I'm black." "Of course," I laugh. "It's just... I'm surprised, that's all. You're lighter skinned than both Shelly or Cyn but your nipples are considerably darker." "I wouldn't know," she says dryly. "Don't you like them?" she asks, giving her breasts a little shake from side to side.

Is this the new house? I turn back to look at the room, and looking at the dark theme of the room, only one name comes to mind. Salvatore. He’s the only one I know to love black so much. Dimitri on the other hand, likes red. If Dimitri had kidnapped me, and I was in his room, I’d be able to tell the difference.