Sirius Black Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

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

Within seconds, more than thirty black armored SUVs surrounded the estate from every direction. None carried license plates. None displayed insignias. Only a silver crest engraved on the doors. A crown resting above a serpent. Grace’s face turned pale. “They’re here.” Damien studied the emblem. “You know them.” Grace nodded. “They’re called… the Circle.” “The men who financed Black Hollow.” Daniel frowned. “I thought Black Hollow was destroyed.” “It wasn’t.” “It simply changed owners.” The lead SUV stopped at the broken estate gates. Its engine fell silent. No one stepped out.

"She has no choice. Silas has backed her into a corner, and the board is holding the exit signs." ​He disconnected the call and headed for the private elevator. He needed to be upstairs before the media team arrived. When he reached the penthouse, the air was already different. Two women in sleek black suits—the senior advisors from the Blackwood PR firm—were in the living room, hovering over a rack of clothes. ​"Mr. Blackwood," the taller one said, stepping forward. "I’m Sarah. We’ve selected a few options for Mrs. Blackwood. We want something that says 'Modern Matriarch.' Soft, approachable, but unmistakably elite."

As I rounded the corner, a sleek, sky-high tower came into view, its dark glass facade glinting in the moonlight. I pulled into the parking lot, where rows of luxury vehicles gleamed, and brought my car to a stop. Stepping out into the crisp air, I gazed up at the imposing structure, its towering presence both intimidating and intriguing. As I stepped inside, I was amazed by the stunning interior. The luxurious decor and precise details created an atmosphere of elegance. I wondered how much the owner had invested in creating such a beautiful space. Whoever he is, he undoubtedly loves the color black because it is used in so many things: the furniture, walls, tiles, and other items.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

A woman in a charcoal suit entered, followed by three assistants pushing racks of clothing that looked more like suits of armor than fashion. “Good morning, Evelyn,” the woman said, her voice as clinical as a surgeon’s. “I’m Claire. Mr. Blackwood has requested a complete aesthetic pivot. He was very specific: No soft edges. No pastels. No ‘wife’ material.” She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked at my long, chestnut hair—the hair Julian had always insisted I keep long because it made me look "nurturing." “The hair has to go,” Claire stated. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I saw the ghost of the woman who had spent three years making herself smaller, quieter, and softer so that

"And if I don't want her as much but I tolerate her because she reminds me of my ex, how do you think I feel about you? Someone, I am completely unfamiliar with who is acting overprotective over me?" A small amused laugh escaped my lips and in that moment i really looked at him and drank in all his unique features. He had jet black hair that was gelled back. The sides were shaved off. His icy blue eyes were drilling holes into me but I was nonplussed probably because of the liquor. He seemed tan and had a tattoos that snaked up his arms and tried to inch up his throat. He was wearing all black as well, a cotton black t-shirt and cargo pants as well as white Jordans.

Carol teased her. “Titus Black is the only one who can request for a custom-made one. Other people don’t get that honor.” Myka still did her best to deny there being anything romantic between her and Sirius. “Besides, how could I possibly like Sirius? If I really started dating Sirius, things would become really awkward for me if you broke up with Titus Black.” “You don’t have to feel awkward about it. If you like him, go for it. You don’t have to worry about me.”

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.