Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

There was a time she had always word black clothes, which was during the time she was blind. She was the one who had specifically requested black clothes because, even if she had coloured clothes, it won't make any difference since she was born blind. All she could see was darkness, nothing more. Since she miraculously regained her sight, she had always loathed the colour black. It always made her remember the fact that she was once blind, which made her feel scared of being blind again. The doctor diagnosed it as achromophobia. It was already five pm in the evening, and Tanya just lay down on the bed, staring at the bulb, illuminating yellowish golden light. She pondered how her life sudden

And though I don’t intend on checking him out like I am currently, I don’t have a choice right now. “I haven’t seen you around, are you new here?” I ask him and look away to keep my eyes busy from looking at his vaguely familiar handsome features. He’s black, so good to have that in common with my neighbor, although my dad’s white. Not to be racist but I consider myself black since my skin and hair doesn’t speak different, Kara on the other hand took after my father. Light skinned, dark brown hair, almost mistaken for black in poor lighting. He clears his throat and I look up at him. I didn’t mean to drift away from him. “I’m Baddie, not exactly new, I had the place renovated” he extends his

“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.”

“I’m so sorry.” “And this small bud,” she said sadly, touching her stomach, “it represents a pregnancy that never came to bloom—a life that never had the chance to grow.” She stood up quietly to prepare some kind of herbal brew for us. After a few minutes of silence, I finally asked, “Alaya, why are the markings on everyone’s bodies colorful, but mine are black?” “That,” she sighed, “I truly don’t know. We’re all born with colorful carpits. Maybe it’s because you’re from another world.”

But I’m nоt gіvіng аnуthіng away. “Yоu juѕt think these girls аrе all bаd, dоn’t уоu Blаkе?” ѕhе аѕkѕ. “Becoming a сор hаѕ turned уоu іntо a judgmеntаl son оf a bіtсh. Yоu used tо bе human оnсе. I bet уоu dоn’t еvеn rеmеmbеr.”

Death has only one colour and that is the magnificent black. He was dead inside, he had pains buried deep inside of him that one would have to kill him to get those sufferings and pains out of him. And maybe the reason he wears black is not only because it represents his pains but also because because it's the only colour he's ever known, the only colour that ever gave him safety, a sense of belonging. One couldn't know what way to choose in the dark because darkness offers no paths, it doesn't provide a torchlight and a guide to get out of it, the darkness.

“Hey, Emi ko mọ ẹniti o jẹ ati Emi ko mọ kini awọn ero rẹ jẹ. Pẹlu Emi ko fẹ lati pa eniyan miiran pẹlu awọ awọ kanna bi emi. Nitorinaa ṣe o le sọ nkan? Ohunkohun ni gbogbo, Emi ko bikita!” English translation: “Hey, I don’t know who you are and I don’t know what your intentions are. Plus I don’t want to kill another person with the same skin color as me. So can you please say something? Anything at all, I don’t care!” This man is driving me crazy. Why is he not responding to me? I really don’t want to kill him, because not only he looks like an angel but I hate harming my own race. I love my melanin queens and kings. I believe we shouldn’t harm each other for petty or foolish reasons.

Alpha Black defended "Besides, I had a good reason to hate the human race, they were the ones who killed my parents" he added, his voice held pain as if he recalled the painful incident "You don't have to explain yourself, Alpha Black, everything is in the past, but we should not hate an entire race for what a few of them did" I said with a smile "I know, it's going to be difficult, but I am going to try so I don't let it cloud my judgement and let an innocent suffer" he replied looking at me and I smiled back at him in response

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.

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: "DARK BLUE KISSES." //Heaven Black// Being part of Black clan makes me a loner. The surname that I have is one of the reason why I don't have any friends. No... I have one. "Bitch I think I need to burn more calories." I frown when Heather sit beside me. "Do you wish to die?" I ask while staring at her. Ever since the day she got rejected, she became more conscious with her body. It's not right.