Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

He said relaxing her. The elevator stopped on the 13th floor and when the door opened, the smell of more blood hit her nose hard. A few men are standing near the elevator door wearing all black. She wonders why the mafia and gangsters always have to wear black. Can’t they find any other color? But her thoughts were caught by her mate as she is looking at his men’s black dress with a confused look. “They must, because black is the color of intimidating, confidence and more than that it is the color of evilness” He explained to her to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

At one point, her parents had once asked her why she was so obsessed with black; she lied, saying it was her favorite, but at that time, as she strode towards her car, a bitter smile twitched her lips, curling them upwards. Black was not her favorite color; rather, it was her own unique way of telling the world how dark her life, future, and everything else were. No matter how special a person she gets in her life, they always leave her, whether due to a misunderstanding, their own mistakes, or hers. She doesn't know what her future and destiny hold. They were so black, just like the color she was obsessed with. "Ping!"

She smiled politely and said nothing. --- Kane was already in the car when I came out, dark suit, no tie, looking at his phone with the particular focus of someone finishing something before something else began. He looked up when I got in and his eyes moved over me once and then he looked back at his phone, which told me exactly nothing about whether the all-black situation was as dramatic as I felt it was. "Why black?" I asked, as the car pulled away. "Because I said so," he said.

How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant. "Just because you are black does not mean you are better than me. I dealt with several black men like you—thinking you're hot shit. Well, you are not! You are the scum of this earth! Always blaming white people for things not going your way. This world will not give you special treatment just because you are black. You have to earn it! But you nor any black man have earned shit! Stealing all the time, killing your kind, involving in gang activities, and raping women. All of you should be thrown in jail. I bet I got a bigger dick than you!" he explodes on him.

Xavier Black's pov Fear The only feeling I want everyone to have for me. You can call me a sadist because I truly like to cause people pain. This brings a kind of satisfaction to me and now I am addicted to it. Those who face my wrath curse me from the depths of their heart But it dosen't matter to me Their words are nothing when I know that my birth itself was a curse. I was not meant to be born My birth itself was a curse which made me loose my mother.

I asked as I sat down. “YouTube and practice.” “Oh… okay.” I adjusted myself, watching him cook effortlessly. “Why do you like wearing blacks?” I asked again—the one question that sometimes lingers in my mind. He laughed, looking up from the pan and at me. He smiled again. “Because I'm dirty,” he responded. I scoffed. “I don't like black,” I said. He nodded. “I know, sexy, and I don't want you to like it either.” His gaze shifted briefly to the pan and back at me. “It's for dirty guys like me,” he stated, holding my gaze. His eyes… something flickered. Was that sadness?

His father, on the other hand, didn’t really care and took whatever was left. Christian personally found the color black to be quite fascinating. Technically, it wasn’t supposed to be a color since it was the absence of color, but it could still be a color nonetheless. It was just that the shade of black made him feel drawn to it, as it reminded him of himself. He had nothing inside of him, so his heart did not contain any wasteful emotions except for a silent determination to crush everything that was in his way. There were only goals in his head that he needed to achieve. Every single one of them.

I grumbled turning and walking to my bathroom, "you don't know shit what you need to do is stay in a child's place fore you get hurt lil girl" I rolled my eyes and shut my bathroom door. As I got undressed I looked at myself, I mean really looked at myself, maybe I could get some bleaching cream so I could be a little lighter I thought to myself I mean I like being a black girl but why do I have to be soo dark what guy is going to want me they only like light and white girls, I bet they'll be all over me if I was lighter "is you gonna take a shower now or later cause if you be late and I get a call from that school again" my yells banging on the door knocking me out of my trance "yeah ma"

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...