Novel & Cerita Sirius Black Aesthetic

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.

I tried to ignore the sting that prompted in my chest. When Ms Black arrived I wanted to fling myself out of the closest window. “Celeste Black, here to see Mr Wolfe,” she announced without giving me the opportunity to greet her. She was gorgeous. Tall, toned, elegant. Not to sound like a cliche, but this woman was like a supermodel. Her face was flawless porcelain, her hair a drape of caramel and honey. Her eyes were a startling blue, pale enough to look a bit shrewd. I was sure she’d be the type of woman to use her attractiveness as a weapon and I kind of didn’t blame her.

What I see takes my breath away. Literally. Just kidding,I am still alive. This room is grand and marvelous in the beautiful colors of white and black. What is the obsession with black today?? Slowly down on my steps, my eyes wander around the room in total amazement. The décor is top-notch. It resembles that of a famous designer. Oh my god! Is this a dream? My favorite interior designer is the one in flesh,dressed in a beautiful custom black and white blue. Did they hire here for this ceremony?

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

She didn't see a heap of skulls; rather, she saw a room of black beauty, and without hesitating, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She gasped as she looked around. Never thought she'd ever see anything as aesthetic as this, and surprisingly, it was all in black color. The wall shimmered in sleek black, its polished surface reflecting the room’s ambient light like obsidian glass—rich, commanding, and unapologetically luxurious. Apart from the chandelier that hung from the middle of the ceiling, everything in the room was in sleek black, including the well so laid bed. Tempted to jump onto it, feel the softness and smoothness beneath her skin, she shook her head, stepping away a

Shiro added. “Right!” Nova and Jin both replied. [As Jin turns his head on another way, he saw Gasly walking with a woman, she resembles Captain Rian, medium-heighted, pale skin, long hair, and has a purple bracelet.] “Look Aster! That’s Jin, he said that the candies you gave me were great and super super super delicious!” Gasly said to Aster as he points towards Jin. [Aster looked straight to Jin, and Jin did the same. The moment was stagnant, as if the world suddenly slowed down, and the time gets longer, but they are the only ones who experienced it.]

Chapter Seventy-Nine — Legacy Launch Julian One year later The atrium of Black + Lane’s new headquarters building was flooded with morning light. Glass walls rose four stories, letting the Chicago sky pour in. The space had been designed specifically for today: long communal tables, movable whiteboards, charging stations everywhere, and—most importantly—a permanent wall of framed posters from every major campaign the agency had launched in the last twelve months.

Sirius occupies my thoughts in a way that both terrifies and exhilarates me. His face flashes before my eyes—his intense gaze, his dark, brooding eyes that seem to strip away all my defenses, exposing me in ways I never imagined. There’s something utterly consuming about the way he looks at me, like he’s willing to devour every part of me. The thought of it both terrifies and exhilarates me.

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