Leluhur Hitam Noir Novels & Stories

The girl who was pleading for him to show some mercy on her is the one who had caught the sight of the satan himself. The Satan who will be not having any remorse of killing any one cruelly who comes between his dark love towards the girl. Ram looked out of the window not able to fight the urge inside him to help her. Helping her means signing his death with his own hands and also making the girls life more miserable. The whole car is echoed with loud sobs of the girl who is in bridal attire SITARA SINHA.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

With the second thrust, I heard bark crack behind me and animals fleeing nearby. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he moaned into my ear. The forest fell utterly silent, amplifying the sounds between us. The wet slide of him inside me was obscene and intoxicating, driving me closer to the edge with every movement. “You turn me on so much, Chris,” I gasped. “Talk to me. Use your words again.” He moved faster, his thrusts deeper, more focused. “I can feel you squeezing my cock. Keep going, Lilith. I’m going to come inside you.”

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

Thanks to Blackie’s timely diversion, by the time Levi finished his business in the bathroom – the business which also included washing away the evidence by taking a shower – Noah had completely recovered from his mortifying embarrassment. Just in time for another dose of mortifying embarrassment. For Levi came out wearing only a small white towel around his family jewels. Glistening droplets of water slid down his well-defined collar bones to the smooth curves of his naked chest, giving his 8-pack a hard to resist glow. He took powerful strides with his long legs, glancing towards Noah through his half-closed eyelids, his languid manner perfectly portraying the debouched allure of a vampire

She smirked at me from across the room. She’s planning something. Mr. Blackwood stepped onto the stage. “Tonight, we celebrate legacy,” he announced proudly. “My wife, my sons… and my precious jewel.” Marlene stiffened. “To strengthen this legacy, the Blackwoods and Al Khaleds will unite through the marriage of their children — Marlene Blackwood and Raheem Al Khaled.” Applause erupted. I froze. Marlene couldn’t even breathe. Raheem was gay — I knew it. I had proof. I just never needed it… until now.

Levi took a step forward, exhaling a white mist from his mouth, emanating a beauty full of sinister charm under the moonlight shining down, just like his face. He extended a hand, compared to the hand holding the sword. This hand was clean and dry, the object in the palm emitting a faint light, as if it was the most intact thing on his body. “Caroline.” He looked at Dennis, the blood-red hue in his blood-colored pupils unclear, “little wolf...”

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

Chapter 147 Revenge *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** It was all pitch black. Leila couldn’t see anything – the very moment she opened her eyes. She walked and tried looking for Hunter – but she didn’t know where she was going. All that she did was to walk endlessly in the middle of darkness. Until she finally saw some light.