Hells Kitchen Black Jacket Novels & Stories

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

And there he was. Damien Blackwood stood near the massive kitchen island, pouring two glasses of red wine. He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up again, revealing those strong forearms, and dark slacks that did nothing to hide how powerfully built he was. When he saw me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with immediate hunger. “Fuck, Kira,” he said, voice low and rough. “You look even better than I imagined.” I stepped out of the elevator, heels clicking on the marble floor. “The necklace… it’s beautiful.”

Over it, I wore a denim blue ripped hoodie with some black boots complimenting the whole look. Let the hell fire unleash as I have breakfast with the devil's spawn

I rolled my eyes and spun on my heels, heading into the kitchen to say hello to Alberta. I twisted the door handle and stepped into the luxurious kitchen, my eyes zeroing in on a girl that was dressed in a black hoodie on a pair of skinny jeans, and leather boots. She had her brown hair covering most of her face and Alberta had her back turned to her, trying to regulate the gas cooker.

Shouldn’t he do something about it? “Do it yourself. Milo let’s go” Ralph strode out walking past Klara who was rooted on her spot hearing his words ‘Do it myself’ She stared at Ralph’s back who wore a black leather jacket on top of black t shirt paired with black leather pants. He looked like Hades in all black attire, the devil and the king of hell. Actually, he always wears black from head to toe including his shoes, watch and even his cufflinks were made from black enamel and diamonds. But she’s not in the mood to appreciate his looks.

I'm gonna concentrate and don't get consumed with Gray's dark fantasy. It's almost evening and it's Friday. As usual, the frat house will be throwing a party and I'd love to take advantage of it. Plus , I need to assume I'd never shared a mind blowing proper kiss with a man called Gray Carter. I walk to the kitchen to make toast. Leslie walks in with Hazel as they round the counter. Hazel is dressed with black rip Jean shorts and white hoodie. While Leslie wears a high waist jeans and pink crop top with straps that's tied around the neck like a bikini top.

Hector uttered as I entered the room. Typical of Hector, he wore black slacks, a black button-up shirt, and a black blazer. As I approached him, I threw my arms around his neck and giggled lightly. "What's so funny?" Hector asked, wrapping his arms around me. "Can I ask if you have any other colored clothes besides the dark ones?" I giggled. As he kissed my lips, Hector chuckled lightly, "Black is the color of my soul." "Knock, knock," Jonathan's voice echoed through the doorway.

“I was actually waiting on Olive, but I don’t think she’s going to show up.” Call it divine intervention or my miserable fate, but Hael chose that moment to strut through the Dining Hall doors like he owned the place, which technically he did. I couldn’t help the way my eyes latched onto him and the dark button-down shirt he wore. The University’s crest was also embroidered on the front pocket, which meant it was a school-approved garment, but everyone else wore white. Hael was the only one in black, and without asking, I understood why. With his messy hair and intelligent eyes the same dark shade, he claimed the color and made it his. One could even compare his personality—hell, even his so

“Juvelia, are you sure it was him who licked you?” I asked again for confirmation. Juvelia shot me a venomous glare before nodding pitifully. “Yes... that wet, sticky sensation... I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life...” “Good.” I nodded with an icy expression. “Hopefully, you’ll still remember that feeling later.” Ten minutes later, the banquet hall doors swung open. A man clad in a black hoodie, a baseball cap, and a black mask stepped inside.

This of course meant that I dressed in all black. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tank top with a black leather jack, my black 6” inch heel boots and a black bracelet. When I got dressed I did my makeup. Same Smokey eye and lip gloss. I finished and went to the kitchen. I saw the chef and smiled. “Good morning. Can I have pizza with the pepperoni, pineapple and loads of ham on it please.” I said politely. He nodded and smiled. You’re probably wondering why I did not order something fancy. Well to be honest the foods that are expensive all taste awful. They all have fancy names but they tasted like garbage. Cheap food tastes good though.