Sirius Black Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Damien Black sat behind my desk. The CEO of Blackstone Holdings who has been trying to destroy Rivera Enterprise for years. Of all the people in the world, Damien Black was the last man I expected to see tonight. He sat on my chair as if it belonged to him, clicking his hands gently on the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light streaming in from the windows. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and more masculine than he looked in the magazines. Dark hair brushed carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had been carved from stone. And those eyes, cold. Observant, predatory. When he noticed someone entering, his gaze lifted slowly, pinning m

Charles had his responsibilities, and I had mine. The driver smiled at me through the rearview mirror and pulled away from the house, headed towards the Le Noire in Mooncrest, a high-quality restaurant known for its elegant ambiance and exquisite cuisine. It was a rival of the Apex and another tourist hotspot. I opened my phone to go over all the notes Amira had put together for me about Gabriel Black. There wasn't much about him personally, but Silver Eclipse had a big reputation. It had doubled its land stake over the past two years by buying up a lot of the surrounding area and expanding down the border and across the shoreline. There was speculation that Gabriel would be eligible for a s

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

❀° ┄───────╮ Sylphiette ╰───────┄ °❀ My brows raised, my mouth pulling apart as my jaw dropped. It was gorgeous. Actually, gorgeous didn’t even describe how ethereal it looked. Black, sleek to a shine, enchanting… The piece of jewelry looked as though it held the nebula in its band. The luminous, ethereal flecks seemed trapped in the dark metal—like constellations scattered across the night sky, shifting in hues between an electric blue, violet, deep indigo, magenta and a hint of fiery red

Everyone could now see him, including myself. What? With the way my Asian 'friend' had explained his attributes, I was expecting to see a middle aged ugly and grumpy looking giant. But standing before us all was just a young, – probably in his mid twenties like myself – overly handsome, averagely built and sexy looking man. He was nothing like the description I had received. But – how ...how can someone of such beauty be so gruesome and cold hearted? "As most of you might have heard of, I am Sirius Night, Alpha of the Nightshade pack." He said, his voice was like the most beautiful song I have ever heard, yet it held a commanding tone that mustn't be messed with.

Rooh's pov: I am standing in front of this huge building and it looks so magnificent. Anyone can tell with their blind eyes how much rich the owner is which is of course the handsome devil standing beside me. The whole building color was black, what's the obsession of this man with black color. Black car, black clothes, black interior of the mansion, black dining table, even the plates and glasses are blank there. Is he a wizard in disguise of a human? Even his heart is black I can bet on it. That's why I already get negative vibes from him.

I said to Ian. "I’ve prepared a few selections based on Mr. Blackwood’s requirements," Ian said, leading us toward the back of the floor. I arched an eyebrow at Damien. "And what exactly were those requirements?" "Elegant, but not quiet. Powerful, but not flashy. Something that feels like you," Damien answered smoothly. Ian gestured toward a sleek, pearl-white sedan. "The Zenith Spectre. Refined, understated, and incredibly fast." It was stunning, but it felt a bit too formal for me. Too serious.

The sound of his own name being chanted by millions of "Integrated Humans" was a sensory violation that Silas Blackwood could not unweave. It wasn't a roar of loyalty; it was a rhythmic, mechanical demand for "Product." He stood in the center of the boardroom, his gold-and-sapphire scars pulsing with a pained, irregular light that reflected the neon advertisements flickering on the skyscrapers outside.

The sky was a vast, cloudless blue, the sun glinting off the surrounding towers. Noah stood slightly apart from the bustling media team, adjusting the crisp line of his collar in the reflective surface of a glass windbreak. Behind him, technicians fussed with microphones and adjusted sound levels, their voices hushed. The low, rhythmic thrum of camera drones buzzed like mechanical dragonflies overhead. On the massive screen behind the simple, modern podium, their new logo glowed with a subtle, backlit elegance: **Blackthorn-Reyes Group** And beneath it, in smaller, sleeker font:

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.