Ebony Novels & Stories

She must have patience and learn some grace. Ebony didn’t know if she would ever develop the grace her spoke of. It wasn’t something she saw going with talking with squirrels and deer no matter what children’s movie princesses claim. Ebony wasn’t a princess. When she left the theater after seeing the movie Ebony wasn’t sure if she could relate as the princess or the animals. It was confusing to say the least. She’d been eight years old and unable to say anything as there were humans around them and their existence was still intact.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

He also remembers the photos from his father of the cribs. “Oh, Eliza. My father sent those pictures for you to look at.” She nods, and he pulls out his phone and finds the message. Then gives her the phone. Serena leans over to look and Eliza turns the phone so she can see. There are three almost identical cribs, each made mostly from ebony, with the flat panels of the sides made from ziricote wood, which is grey with striking black lines running the length of the panels following the grain of the wood.

Renee said "So, my mother helped you leave?" Alissa asked "Yes. But then I met Tabatha, and she told me Ebony was meant for great things. She told me that Ebony would become Queen and take her rightful place on the throne. She said she would help us rule the world and get revenge on everyone who hurt us. The problem was I knew Ebony was too weak to take over the world. She always wanted to do good, even when someone hurt her. Look, I have been telling her how worthless she is since she was a child, and she still came to save me. So pathetic," Renee said and lifted the dagger to stab

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"Ebony, please calm down..." Ebony flinches and jumps away from me, shaking like a leaf. She looks terrified for some reason, and I can't figure out why. "D-don't... p-please just... g-go away..." she manages, still breathing heavily. I frown and shake my head. "I can't do that, Ebony." I take another step toward her. "Please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. You need to breathe slowly for me, or you'll pass out soon."

Ebony continued as she tucked the washcloth into the basket. “I’ve always hated zoos,” she added. “No one should be held in captivity, and that includes animals.” She looked down at Salvatore’s face and smiled. “Look at you, handsome devil,” she said fondly. “You must have been a real heartbreaker in your youth.” Her fingers brushed through his thinning hair with surprising intimacy. “I wish I were born back then,” she said softly. “But I’m sure you wouldn’t have spared a glance in my direction. I don’t belong in your world. I don’t even have the right skin color.”

The rich stay rich by keeping everything that makes them rich. ✾ Ebony skin, thick black curly hair, and dark brown doe eyes. The woman in front of me can almost pass as Eleanor, however, she doesn’t. She doesn’t even come close. If you probably ask someone who barely knows Eleanor, she might say that this was her, probably why Max said she might be the person I was looking for. However, with someone like me who knows Eleanor almost most of her lifetime, I can tell for a fact that this wasn’t her. Plus, she didn’t have Eleanor’s signature mole under her right eye.

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

I forced myself to stay calm, digging my nails into my palms, barely able to look at her. She was a tiny woman, petite and always sporing a tan—her skin taking on a leathery appearance from spending so much time in tanning beds over the years. I wasn't sure of her exact age. If I had to guess—I'd say late fifties or early sixties.