The Diary Of A Black Mad Woman 소설 & 이야기

Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results. Clement " Just listen to the mad scientist. Just because your little super human experiment worked, doesn't mean you can defend your Frankenstein. She may be the best and effective asset we've ever had but look at the mess she's made both in the past and present. She's an unpredictable killing machine, you can never know when she's going to snap. Remember the time when we hired therapist to help

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

His massive hard cock was right at eye level, pulsing with every heartbeat. "Step out, please," the mixed man murmured, offering me a hand. "Move onto the table." I stood up, water cascading down my bare breasts and stomach in heavy droplets. I was shaking from head to toe, my skin tingling with an electric current. As I stepped out of the stone tub and approached the long wooden table, my eyes couldn't help but lock onto the Black man’s shaft. Right there, on the very tip of his dark, angry head, a thick pearl of clear precum was glistening under the moonlight. He was incredibly aroused, yet his face remained completely calm.

Gah, she hoped so. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’re busy.” “No, that’s fine,” Mia replied, her stomach sinking. Maybe this woman was simply calling to try and sell Mia something or to do one of those phone survey things. “How can I help you?” “Have you heard of ‘Little Black Book?’” Harley asked. “The new women’s magazine?” Mia asked, her heart jumping into her throat. “That’s the one,” Harley replied and it sounded like she had a smile on her face.

Before I blacked out, my only thought about this was that this was so cliché. - When I woke up again, I was tied to an iron pillar in an abandoned factory. Several thugs stood around me with cameras, looking me over with malicious intentions. An old loudspeaker hung overhead, and Henry's smug voice came through it. "Wil, you're awake? Are you very scared right now?" "Henry, this is illegal," I replied calmly. He burst out laughing before saying in a sharp tone. "Haha! Who do you think arranged this? Jessica gave her tacit approval!"

I exhale, a sharp, disgusted sound. Women are predictable. They either want to be worshipped or rescued. Never satisfied, and too loyal to their emotions to ever be rational. Fools. I fasten the belt around my waist and stand up, crumpling a paper tightly in my palm. Feminism, my ass. More like emotional blackmail with a better PR. I walk to the glass wall, the only thing around me is the furious pulse in my own ears until my phone buzzes in my palm. I glance at the screen. Mark.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

A friend in need is a friend indeed. Her body had lost a lot of weight. She could feel her stomach harnessed by hunger. She yawned frequently renouncing the urgency of having a chunk of food in her gut. Despite her land being poor, she had never had a yawn hunger. It seemed to her of a long period of unconsciousness. Her visage always had a rhythmical impact on her heart as it pounded on her chest slowly pushing the little blood into the capillaries of her eyes. She was at loose end. She could feel she was of no help to Ariana. The ability to retrieve memories was not on her side. She couldn't connect the map of the castle. The way that led to the medicine woman.