Novel & Cerita Kenapa Aku Hitam

“What's your favorite color?” “Are you joking right now?” He looked at me with disbelief but I just shook my head. He turned to signal for the driver to drive off and without turning back to me, he replied. “Black.” Of course it is. Everything about him screamed dark and mysterious. “Black? Why?” I asked, leaning forward to have a better view of him. His eyes met mine, stabbing me straight through the heart with just a glance. “Because that's how my life has been for a while now.”

Ruby knew this, but her hatred for Juan still made her indifferent to all the servants' attention and affection she received. “A loving and wealthy husband. It’s perfect. And now, it’s all mine,” Ruby murmured happily. But a few seconds later, her brow furrowed. “No black?” Like the world and her life, black was a part of Maia. For almost her entire life until her death, Maia adorned herself entirely in black. Why? Because black overshadowed all colors, including blood. The invisible blood masked her weaknesses. "But okay, let's try to be more cheerful!”

Pasti mereka juga akan memberikan beberapa hadiah saat keduanya menikah tentu bukan sebagai penguasa atau putri tapi sebagai saudara sedarah. BOOOOOMMM… "Kenapa kau ada disini?" Tanya sosok yang diselimuti oleh kabut hitam. Matanya penuh kejutan saat melihat ke arah sosok berambut hitam dan bermata hitam di langit. Wajah dingin pria itu menambah ketakutan dari sosok hitam tersebut, bukan tanpa alasan dia takut kepada pria di langit.

They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

"Fine! I'll eat 'Ultraman' again... And what's with that face? Did you sleep well? You look tired... Are you okay?" "Huh?... Well, I stayed up a bit... But it's nothing serious..." "Sure?" Sotomayor stroked his face right on his dark circles. "Dark circles don't suit your handsome face!" "Don't touch me! Go have breakfast!" He ordered, removing Sotomayor's hands and turning away so as not to see her. "Oriental Gray: Why do you call yourself Black Cat?... Black Cat: Because I'm a cat with nowhere to go. There's no place for a black cat that brings bad luck... Oriental Gray: Could it be that you've come across the wrong owner?"

there is always some people like you with these weird gay-relationship fetishes that make this whole exhilarating experience so disgusting @camtaytay i absolutely agree with @cam-era and excuse me @camnic5ever ??? firstly you fucking racist, get ur facts straight and maybe buy a new brain cus this one is full of shit. she!! hails!! from!! india!! and they have brown skin, NOT BLACK SKIN, due to the sun exposure u fucking lil shit @camnic5ever um ok honey?? chile?? im half-Mexican & i also have many black friend so I'm literally not being racist??? and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin

“I wonder what their issue is. It’s not like your clothes don’t match. You look hot and sporty. So it can’t be some fashion faux pas that’s offended their trendy little senses.” Julianna rolled her eyes. “It’s because I’m black,” she told me dryly. I lifted my eyebrows. “Huh?” “They don’t think I belong here with you.” I stared at her a moment without speaking, then turned to study the gossiping women openly. “You think?”

“That’s someone’s mind.” Napaawang ang bibig ko bago napatango-tango, kasabay ng pagbalik ko ng tingin sa painting. Ngayon, naiintindihan ko na. Magulo ‘yon, madilim. ‘Yun ang laman ng utak ng taong maraming iniisip at maraming gustong sabihin pero hindi magawa. Naiintindihan ko na. “I used black paint because that someone has never found light that she wanted. Hindi niya nakita ang magbibigay ng liwanag sa magulo at madilim niyang isip . . .”

I immediately change my clothes. I wear a black jeans paired with my favourite black jacket and a black boots. Yes, I love black. Black brings comfort to me, but that doesn't mean that I am a bad person. Black colour doesn't really define evil. I don't believe in those colour meanings and symbols because I love black but I have pure intentions.

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.