Noir Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

"Is it because of me?" "Absolutely not," Noorh answered, his narrowed eyes seemingly reprimanding her for blaming herself. "Then what's causing this?" Kiran snapped, frowning at him. "It's because you got the wrong Aria, isn't it?" Noorh sighed and shook his head. "It's because of the Darkness." Kiran stared confused at him. "The darkness?" "Look carefully behind you and you'll see it," Noorh instructed.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

The drive to the main office is a long one. .... "Louis told me that you lost the seal" Mistress Noir says, her gaze unwavering. I lower my gaze as I await her bombshell scolding. Mistress Noir as she is popularly called, is my boss of three centuries. She is a loud red head with claw-like nails that are always painted red. Her lips are colored with black lipstick and have always been that way. Her temper is outrageous. "I apologise. It was not my intention to lose the seal" I say and she slams a palm on the desk. I don't flinch because I've gotten used to this act of hers.

I laughed, teasing them. "Fuck you." I couldn't help but shake my head at their offensive mouths. "You all, too," I fired back and stepped on the gas. I took a glance at my cellphone, which was resting on the dashboard, and saw the footage that Noella had sent me. As I realized how destructive my bombs are, I grinned evilly. Very good babies. "All pigs burned and mangled alive," I informed while staring at the opponent's lifeless bodies, then looked back on the road.

The kind of uncertainty that could swallow you whole. Black. Her eyes were black, but not the kind I usually associate with emptiness. Not like mine. Hers were layered, like a storm just barely held back. She’s chaos and calm, and it terrifies me more than anything else - because she makes me feel. And God, feeling has never been safe for me.

Noir thought he was finally going crazy. He’d been up for the past hour watching his mate sleep. He insisted on her sleeping with him on the bed and now he couldn’t be happier. Her deep red hair spread like a fan contrasting deeply with his dark sheets. Her long eyelashes sealed her eyes. Noir found it very difficult to watch her. He restrained himself from kissing those plump pink lips. It was a sweet torture. He was about to stand from the bed and watch her sleep when he noticed the black writings on her wrist. It was a tattoo.

‘The girl from the photos… with the powerful Leone Gritti. His hand possessively slid so he had his arm around Norah and drew her closer, dipping his chin to look into Norah’s withdrawn expression with just the right level of concern. Then, he lifted a hostile, contemptuous glare to the cameras around, sending a silent message to Weldon saying ‘You hurt my woman… Now, I’ll hurt you’. A buzz of gasps went through the crowd and the bursts of light intensified into a wall of exploding lights. Norah swallowed and revealed the barest moment of anguish before she leveled her shoulders and sent a haughty, dismissive but effective glance toward the cameras.