Romans & histoires Norman Black

All the tendons and flesh in it had turned black, and even his esophagus could be seen. Despite this, Norman was still alive and well. When Norman breathed, black pus would occasionally ooze out, and it made Martha's legs buckle. "What did you see, Martha?" When Norman saw that Martha's face had drained of blood from fear, he broke out into a cold sweat and immediately asked her to get him a mirror. When he saw the wound, he almost fainted. "Mr. Ballard, you have to save me…" Norman begged, falling to his knees. He was old, but he was very rich. The rich always feared death more.

"There's a Norman Moore here to see you, with his team. He claims to be Mr. Moore's brother and says he's here for acquisition talks." After a moment, she nods. "I see. Okay. I'll let them know." She puts down the receiver, looks at Norman with great relish, and says, "Mr. Moore is busy today. He won't be seeing you. Please make another appointment and try to be on time." Norman's face turns red and when he opens his mouth, I grab him by the arm. "Let's go." "Let go of me!" He shakes me off, tossing me onto the ground. This time, I'm caught by someone else. As Norman storms off, I look up to see a man with a terrible scar on the left side of his face.

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

“Most probably, yeah, he’d beat the shit out of you.” “Speaking of getting beaten, you are the MAN!!!” Norman’s voice went from the soft gossiping to a loud and excited one. “Keep your voice down, man.” “Sorry. I was just happy to see him finally go down. No one has ever come close to beating him but you, Roger m*****f*cking Willis, the city boy. You really got his ass. Goddamn, it was satisfying to see him like that.” He hollered gritting with joy of satisfaction. He’s even punching me in the right shoulder to let me know how thankful and gratified he was for doing the dirty works that he was thinking.

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

NIRVANA Knight Blackwell was only in a formal white shirt, sleeves rolled over his elbows, showing off those huge muscles and veins. He matched it with dark pants but clearly knew he could pull it off effortlessly. He was massive and taller up-closed, and he looked unbelievably attractive, not to mention his neat quiff cinnamon brown hair, full lips, straight nose, and the dark stubble covering his hard jawline made him look like he was ready to seal the billion-dollar deal for tonight.