Pretty In Black Novels & Stories

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

I buried the irritation clawing at my chest, forcing a smile that didn’t belong on my face. “I have to show some respect,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. Nyra tilted her head, her lips curving like a cat watching a cornered mouse. “I insist. When it’s just the two of us, call me Nyra.” I gave her a tight smile. “Okay… Nyra.” I only said it to shut her up, not to please her. She stood with a slow, theatrical grace, but as she moved, she conveniently bumped her leg against the edge of a low table, letting out a soft, breathy moan.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

I'm excited yet very intimidated by this job, so I take a deep breath and then ring the doorbell. "Ms. Warring? Hello, I'm Tristan Black. Pleased to meet you." "Hello, Mr. Black. P-Pleased to meet you as well. Please call me Jade." I stammer out. "Okay call me Tristan." He chuckles. Oh my God! He is gorgeous! I know the look on my face is of sheer amazement. He's tall and fit. He has on a black t-shirt and black khaki shorts, with black gym shoes trimmed in turquoise. He's wearing a black Detroit baseball cap. Although it's down slightly covering his face, I can still see that he is flawless! From behind I can tell he has a buzzed haircut. When he laughed, he flashed a set of perfect luminou

Chapter 102 “Sophia’s Flight” Sophia stood in her penthouse, the city lights sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows like diamonds scattered across the night sky. Her hands moved quickly, shoving designer clothes into a large suitcase on the bed. The news playing on the television in the background was on mute, but the headlines were impossible to ignore. Richard Black had been arrested. The footage showed him being led out of the hospital in handcuffs, his face calm but his eyes sharp. She had watched it three times already, her stomach twisting with every replay.

The air was too still in the glass-walled penthouse on Madison Avenue. From the thirty-seventh floor, the city looked like a jewel box cracked open with sharp light, glittering wealth, and silent ambition. Inside the boardroom, there was no laughter. Only the soft click of expensive watches beneath tailored sleeves, the gentle slide of dossiers across a black marble table, and the expectation of blood. Dorian Blackthorn stepped through the doors like a ghost resurrected. His suit was obsidian black, as though mourning what Velvet had become. A subtle tie pin his only adornment held the shape of a fractured key. Behind him, the doors sealed with a whisper. No one stood. No one clapped. They’d

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

Emily trailed closely behind him, her steps cautious, while Bleak staggered in after them, his face battered and bruised from his clash with the seers. “Leave us,” Blanc commanded, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of authority. The others obeyed without hesitation, disappearing like ghosts from the room. Only Hound remained by Argent’s side, his body a monument of silent sorrow. Bleak, battered and bound by chains, slumped against the wall. Emily stood with a syringe filled with liquified ether in her grasp, her expression unreadable. A seer lingered nearby, his tools of torture gleaming ominously, and Blanc himself stood at the center, a picture of restrained grief and unshaken compos

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.