Monochrome Characters Novels & Stories

Melody typed rapidly on the keyboard, and a black command window popped up. "Now, enter the password." I took a deep breath and recited a complex password consisting of 19 characters, including both uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and symbols. "D... M... G... h... a... n... o... v... e... r... 1... 9... 9... 8... k... l... a... u... s...!" When I uttered the last character, Melody's finger stopped on the Enter key. She looked up in shock at me.

But why would the characters change? He was at a loss. “What script is this?” Thea asked. Confused, James said, “How would I know?” “You don’t know what you’re writing about?’ Thea looked at him weirdly. James shook his head. He indeed had no idea what he was writing about. “Let me see.” James handed the piece of paper to her. Then, Thea began reading the characters on the paper. Upon scrutiny, she could not understand the script. With her cultivation base, she was nonetheless unable to understand the script. The only thing they knew was that the characters were mysterious, ever-changing, and possessed a unique Path.

Already stunned, Su Lianyue stared at the characters on the stone wall. Xiao Chen frowned a little. These words were not these ancient characters in common use. Instead, they looked more likely the deformed modern characters. Thus, Su Lianyue could understand them. But somehow, Xiao Chen always felt that these words were very strange. He just read a few lines after he came in. But the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment in his mind was on the verge of activating itself autonomously.

"... Ah. Maybe I haven't noticed your presence. I was really spaced out. Sorry." Mace just smiled at her sweetly and took out a black notebook. It has wide pages and it was designed for goths. The sheets were colored into black so it's kind of odd to write them down because the written phrases can't be seen in the eyes because of their pigment. It's like writing for nothing, but this kind of note can be helpful too. Writing down your secrets is possible and safe, the only way to read all the writings is to let luminous shine upon it.

Keep the edges angled, not square, if I can figure out how to make the wood do that. I guess if he doesn’t like it, I can just do something different. Monochrome. Black, white and grey. That's how I’ll do it. Make the figures less and less three dimensional with every frame, until they’re just flat caricatures. Then, the last frame. A jaguar in glorious colour, lying sleek and smiling and satisfied. A flattened shadow-figure under his front paws, spread out like a crime scene chalk outline.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

“That’s mine.” “We’re on the same floor?” “Yup, because the first floor was reserved for Luther’s army.” “So we have company here?” “Yes, around six or seven men.” “How about privacy?” “You have your room. You can do whatever you like to do. You have your privacy” “Okay.” They walked into the room. It was decorated with purple and white furniture. It had a king-size bed, television, nightstand on either side, a walking closet, and an attached bathroom. “Amazing! How do you know about my favourite colour?”

(Flashback) I was driving home, the city lights blurring into indistinct streaks of gray, my thoughts consumed by the complexities of a pending merger. The world around me was a muted landscape, a consequence of the monochromacy disorder that had plagued me since childhood. The vibrant hues that others took for granted – the fiery sunsets, the lush green of the trees, the brilliant blue of the sky – were lost to me, replaced by a spectrum of black, white, and shades of gray.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.