Pretty In Black の小説・ストーリー

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."

~Miss Pretty She looked for a note that she expected will be written at the below part of the page but unfortunately, she'd seen nothing. Wondering why he never made a response beneath the page, she just heave a sigh and wiped her tears away. Disappointed, she turned the notebook for another page, and surprisingly, she found a message from the codename Master again. The difference is he wrote right on her diary and occupy a whole page on it. With mixed emotions of excitement and curiosity, she started reading Thyago's message: Dearest Miss Pretty;

I can see them begging for me, kissing my shoe, and treating me as their master. - - - Third Person's POV Rhea is smiling secretly while she is doing her disguise. She puts black contact lens and a black wig. She also hide her freckles on her face. She made her eyes smaller. She looks at herself in the mirror. "Wow. You really look an Asian and not an American anymore" Dwyane said. "But you are still beautiful." "Thank you. You are also," Rhea said. Dwyane also changes himself. He does some make-ups to make himself look as an Asian. His blonde hair became black. He made his tummy bigger than usual so that he will look very differently from his true appearance.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

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"Why do you need to go to shopping anyways?' she asked me as I held her arms as we walked inside the mall. "Well, my mom wants a new wardrobe for me. Since I have too many punky clothes which she hate. So she said and I quoted " buy new clothes , new style, new color not all black. Be feminine and girly!" She said to me exactly. Although I hated it that she wants to turn me into barbie. But anyway shopping is shopping might as well enjoy it!" I said as she laughed at me. "Hahahah.. Auntie really wants a total 160 degree change of you. Why do you like to wear black and make up so much anyway?" She asked me

I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before. The man doesn't know his workers. He doesn't even know what they look like or even their names. He just didn't care. All he cares about is dropping by his club twice a week to get wasted, get high, and get fucked and leave for his multi Billion dollar company on weekdays. He is just too annoying and too much. He is the fine definition of privilege and he treats people like shit. He barely gives a shit about anyone. I don't care if he's so sweet to some set of people, the man is just a complete jerk. A good looking jerk, and I hate that he's so attractive.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.