Serius Black Novelas e Histórias

He pleaded. "Trust?" I asked, freeing my arm from his gentle grip. "That's too much you are asking for, Marlon!" "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He started, moving the chair closer. I tried sitting up but he stopped me. He knew something. "What is it, Marlon?" I asked, agitated and curious. "I know, black has been your brightest lately,..." "Just get to the point." I snapped, cutting him off.

(Major Serena) Ignoring the reminder, Major Serena keep sipping on his tea, while also slightly dissing on her sister, as the banter goes on, the 2 bystander just kept silence, nothing wanting to even say anything to Lieutenant Colonel Reven. Because of her appearance were, a little bit odd from normal people, she was about 185 cm tall, higher than Major Serena, she have a jet black hair, fall straight down all the way to her waist, neatly kept. But a very striking features that draw people attention and also made everyone looked a way in fear is that, she was wearing metal masked with a matte black paint, which also seems to appeared as a gas mask, since there were a small filter stuck to

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

Yeah, that’s a lot to decipher from just one glance, but I’m panicking and I’ve always been somewhat paranoid. “It’s nothing to worry about.” Said another, Silas Black I believe was his name, though I wasn’t entirely sure. He had night night black hair, and eyes that could put ravens to shame, he was handsome, in a bad boy kind of way, his nose, left eyebrow and both sides of his lips pierced. “Just looking for you on the database, can’t say we remember you.” “I won’t be on there.” I whisper softly, my entire body tense in the arms of Kaelin. “I never registered.”

I smile. “You too.” Callie smiles back. “Your locker...” He starts. “It’s the locker of the actual devil himself, Killian Saunders.” He explains. “Who is this dude? Why is everyone asking me if he’s my brother?” I snap. “We cannot mention him who shall not be named on school grounds Trey!” Callie shrieks. “Callie, he needs to know like everyone else here.” He replies calmly. “Apparently according to his detailed description he looked a lot like you but with black hair and blue eyes. You even have his dress sense.” He adds.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...