Ssbbw Ebony Novels & Stories

Why does it seem like he's guilty of something? Before I can ask what he's so guilty about, Ebony's small voice speaks up. "M-mama... I-I'm not small anymore... I'm seven... almost eight." I break my stare and look over to her and Zoey. "B-but... you saw the monster who took Sky so please... please help him..." tears come to her dark eyes.

she rushes to get hold of it but Angelo picks it up first before her hand goes scope for it. He picks it up then reads the information aloud. " Yemisi Anna Owolabi, twenty-three years old, A photographer. Originally Posted from Nigeria, currently based in Milian, Gustavus city C block!" he flip the passport then looks at it then back to her face. "Is this you? You look so different, " "Don't pronounce my name with such mouth full of Italian accent!" he groans. " you can't even pronounce it right, you ain't from Nigerian neither a Yoruba man. So beat it, and just say Anna Owolabi!"

I always felt sorry for Damon when his mother left him, he had a perfect life with his father even before me and mom came into it, Alpha Marcus doted on him, and it shows. After a few minutes in silence, processing everything I had just said Ebony spoke again, “do you really think I am pretty enough for someone like Brad?” I was shocked. “Ebony are you mad? You are gorgeous!” And I meant it, she really was, she was fair skinned, with blue eyes, and natural red hair, she had curves in all the right places, not at all like me, you could iron your best shirt on my ass, she always dressed so sophisticatedly, with pencil skirts and tank tops, she really was a bombshell. “Ebony, I envy you! You ar

Yes, I tell her Grimm is loving the idea of coming out to play, but just as long as Ebony comes out too, to join him. Who do you think is the one that is asking? I'm already here, says Ebony. I look again and sure enough, it is Ebony. I sometimes tend to get their eye color confused. Sandy's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, while Ebony's are more of a light to medium brown with gold flecks in them. It would be nice to have our wolves take over while Sandy and I take a break. We have been going at it for at least two hours now. I'm sure that your wolf and my wolf are loving this right now I tell her. Yup, they sure are just look at them go.

She laughed, “I smoke a shit ton of weed now just to put up with your ass.” Leo chuckled, “I don’t scare or embarrass so easily. I find your honesty quite refreshing Ebony.” Ebony smirked, “Thank you. At least someone around here appreciates me. Amber, this one is a fucking keeper. And dare I say you found yourself a proper baby daddy.” “Oh my God. Just get out. Don’t let the door hit you where the devil split you bitch, because that’s where you came from.”

Sirius's eyes widened at the snake cufflinks that Ebony wore at his sleeves. Disbelief showed all over his face as he looked at Ebony's exceedingly handsome face, and he dropped the branding iron as he cried, "What are you talking about?! You're Ebony, aren't you?! You're trying to force Lola to marry you, aren't you?! Just so you know, we're marked!"

Elsewhere still, also unnoticed, dusky shapes were gliding silently through the birches and oak trees of Shaw Woods, gaunt, ill-defined shapes, newly risen, gathering pace and cohesion, climbing along the ridge known to locals as Duck Blind Point, one of them—the revenant gripping an unclean Bible—fixing its dark sockets on Shaw-Meredith House above where a light shone in the arched windows. But somebody did notice a female form moving through leaves and on down to a fenced corner where a boy remained chained. Her hooded zip-up was open, and she carried a meat cleaver in one hand and a 50,000 volt stun baton in the other. She slowed, creeping nearer like a panther on the scent, licking her l

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

Tayson licked his plump lower lip, trying to cast the right words before speaking, "Because I want Ebony." A peculiar silence lingered followed by a derisive chuckle that erupted in the room. "You are talking as if Ebony is a piece of cake. Sorry to break it to you, Mr Tayson, but Ebony is a worldwide artist working with our rival company. No one knows, who he or she is, where that person is, honestly why would Ebony work with us? And why do you think Ebony is a woman?" The other men nod in approval, sputtering a small yes. Tayson peered straight at his father to check whether his idea sounds rubbish to him as well, but to his surprise, his father seemed to be anticipating something from him

“Why did this have to happen to me? Just when I finally found someone to call my own!” Ebony scoffed and walked towards the door, ready to leave. She paused at the door. “I’ll forward my bank details to you to transfer a million dollars every month.” I glared at the evil woman. Why would I pay her if she wouldn’t help me? “Only if you help me. If Alpha Ambrose harms me or my mate, I will stop funding you, Ebony. Mark my words.” She whirled around and retraced her steps to me.