White Authors Writing Black Characters Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 🚨 This chapter contains Smut content. 🚨 Cleo Allow me to introduce myself; Hi my name is Cleopatra Kwena. I'm a black South African woman and I love my chocolate white. There I said it. However color has never mattered to me because we fall in love with souls . I just have a preference , reason being I've dated within my race but I always find myself attracted to white guys. I can't explain it . It's not psychological and its not because of our history.

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

Rebecca asked. Hunter could only shake his head at her disinhibition. Zahn hadn't expected Rebecca to respond, so she kind of felt good getting a response, even though it wasn't such a nice one. “Okay 'miss Rebecca', white people aren't allowed to call black people black.” Zahn wasn't upset, she looked grateful that she now had someone to talk to. “And why you are saying black like it's a bad thing. Being black is like the best thing ever, after Kentucky. Also, I'm not a kidnapper.”

“What do you mean you were there?” Damon flinched, sensing the unbelief in Harper’s voice. It was the dire consequence of being written with malice. The historians sided with the Blacks and of course, that would give them more power to write what they want. To record history with an inclination towards them. “I know it sounds crazy. The books say otherwise, don’t they?” Harper didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. The doubt and uncertainty painted her face with a frown.

William then called Panashe to join them which she hesitantly did. "I love stories." Christian said with a grin. "I hope you love this one!" Panashe added. "See Christian, there are black people and white people... people of different races and color. Unfortunately we live in a place where some are considered better and much more earnest than others. Some own others, it is just really unfortunate. It is a matter of race and wealthy in this instance." William explained but the boy only seemed even more confused. "I do not like this story!" He said quickly, William and Panashe looked at each noticing the inside joke intended. Panashe had always known that Christian had gained his sarcastic, fu

“It is said that anyone who possesses a white wolf will have unparalleled strength, something comparable to the legendary black wolf and the Lycans.” “Hmm…” Alden traces the illustration of the white wolf. “If a black wolf is legendary, then the white wolf is considered mythical. I haven’t heard of anyone acquiring this particular wolf in years.” We continue to chat about wolves and stuff. Before I know it, we manage to finish the whole book. After that, time keeps moving, but nothing really changes inside me. I still feel like I don’t belong anywhere. But Alden Blackwood keeps showing up like light in a place that never had any.

This is the reason i had to fight If I didn’t write it all down, if I didn’t face every wound and every theft—I might forget. I might start thinking Rowan was just a man who had loved me too much, instead of a monster who broke me piece by piece So I sat. And I wrote. **The Blacks and what they took from me** I pressed the pen so hard against the paper that the tip tore the surface. And then I began writing. The first thing I could think of was my family. The Blacks ruined my family. They stole from this family. Even had something to do with the death of my mother, forged documents so they could have assets, so they could have it all.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

"Whenever this question you just asked me is brought up, the easiest route to follow is the one that leads to advertisement which is undeniable true. Some people love to write about what they can show to the world. I mean, some people love to write about what they can show the world proudly. They like to write about what they can easily advertise and promote without hesitation. I love to write about what I can relate with. I love to write about topics that unites people together and not tear them apart. I like to write about love because love is a feeling that everyone wants. It is a desire that everyone wants to feel. It is an emotion that everyone wants to experience. So, I would say that

AN : *About Angelina's skin color, I've said earlier at the beginning of this book that Angelina is a brown skin girl, not a dark skin. It's not about being racist about anything. I'm a black(dark) girl and I like my skin color, everything about me. So please, spare me the stress. *And about Nathaniel also, I like a guy that has v those attributes which Nathaniel possessed, so that's why I created my character to have them. So please, spare him.