Pretty In Black Novels & Stories

His chiseled features were set in a polite expression, his dark hair perfectly styled. Pearl, with her bright blue eyes and long, curly brown hair, smiled softly, her slender, delicate features radiating warmth. "It's nothing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Nathan, equally handsome with his angular features and emerald eyes, stood up, his blond hair perfectly messy. He turned to Nelly, his expression faintly polite. "It's fun chit-chatting with you too, what's the name again?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of disinterest.

His broad shoulders were tense beneath a tailored black jacket, and his ash-gray eyes scanned the crowded room with a cold, calculating intensity that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The banquet was already underway, the low hum of sharp conversations, clinking silver, and deep, rumbling laughter filling the cavernous space. "More wine here, human." The rough, demanding voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. I flinched, quickly stepping forward toward a table occupied by a pair of burly Northern enforcers whose eyes gleamed with an arrogant, predatory amusement as I approached. I kept my gaze fixed firmly on the crystal decanter, pouring the deep red wine into their goble

My chest tightened as I processed what she said. Act normal, Rae. "Huh?" I asked. Shit! I hope that I am not so conspicuous. "You are a terrible actress, you are not an M-zero so stop pretending like one," she said in her poker face as she pushed her eyeglasses upward using her middle finger, and then the next moment, she jumped toward me with a petty knife.

The screen flashed and transited into the logo of the TV station on display with a short music bliss. The scene went back to the Announcer again. “Now, we’ve got quite the treat in store for you this Thursday evening at eight o’clock sharp. That’s right, set your calendars and press your suits, because we’ll be joined by none other than the dashing, the daring, the ever-distinguished… James Black!” Immediately, my interest sparked. A sound effect echoed from the show, like a crowd clapping. “Mr. Black, known across fashion circles from Paris to New York, has impressed more than a few with his bold body, sharp dressing sense, and an eye for what makes a gentleman, and a lady, look unforgettab

The next night, I arrived at Mr. Black’s office at exactly 8:30 PM wearing the short black dress with nothing underneath, just as ordered. My nipples were stiff and clearly visible against the thin fabric. My pussy was already soaked, and my asshole tingled with nervous anticipation. I knocked softly. “Come in.” Mr. Black stood by the windows, the city lights behind him. He turned and let his eyes devour me slowly, from my heels up to my flushed face.

Black said. “No…Mr. Black! Don’t say that. That’s the greatest favor. I have everything that I want to have in my life. A beautiful girlfriend a son, a beautiful family and the business which is just enough for me. I can easily profit from that. I don’t think I lack anything. I have everything,” he said. I don’t know why but I felt so much proud when I heard that. It took me some seconds to realize if he was the same person whom I had met at first. He was obviously not the same person.

“Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to excitement. When the curtain parted, she emerged. Raven Black. She was even more striking in person. Tall, confident, covered in intricate blackwork tattoos that climbed her neck and disappeared beneath her tank top. Silver piercings glinted on her eyebrow, septum, and full lower lip. Her dark hair was shaved on one side, the rest falling in waves.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question. “You’re so annoying. Just leave me alone! Blue, take him away, please!” Grey complained. “Shake hands first,” Black said, offering his hand. Grey’s expression remained blank. With a deep sigh, he accepted the handshake. Then Blue, ever the troublemaker, sang Oh, Pag-ibig by Bailey May and Ylona Garcia. “So thrilling, so fun, so kilig, so maddening,” he sang. Grey tried to withdraw his hand, but Black tightened his grip. Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow.

Perfect. "He'll visit. You'll be sympathetic. That's it." As she stepped into the shower, she noticed the bottle of Fresh Freesia shower gel. Jess was always leaving fancy gels and shampoos in here for her. Mattie started to reach for her own bar of Ivory like she always did but paused. What would it hurt? Surely one fresh freesia shower wouldn't spoil her forever. As she flipped open the cap and inhaled the light floral scent, she found herself humming "Love is a Battlefield."