Why Doesn't Black Noir Speak Novels & Stories

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.

“Come on, Bruno. You can trust me. Just a little insight? It could benefit us both. Aren't you as curious as I am?” Even in his state of disorientation, he was a bit conscious. He looked at Black, but his vision was blurry and he could not see who it was clearly. "What are you talking about?" He muttered, breathing heavily. "The elite men, Bruno." "The elite men..I don't know," he said, trying to get up. Black's smirk faltered, he coiled his fingers into a boil, as he tried to hold himself back. He smiled, and replied, “Relax, Bruno. I’m just curious. No harm in asking, right? Talk to me, don't you know even a little thing about them?”

She nodded her head to indicate that she didn't have any. - DON'T TAKE ME FOR A FOOL! GIVE ME YOUR GUN! The young woman screamed as she heard him yell and then her eyes filled with water. She hated being yelled at. She shook her head again to say she wasn't carrying a gun. His gaze pierced her like a machine gun. He was looking at her as if to verify that she was not carrying a weapon... Who was this man? Was he a real estate agent who was enjoying the luxury of the house? She had heard of him... Even though he didn't look like a realtor. Maybe she could split the money with him to save her own skin...

'' I heard Tylor curse under his breath. ''So how many organic molecules would an engineer need to propel the saturated hydrocarbons travelling with a frequency of 300GHz through gamma and infrared rays?'' ''Huh? Was that Hebrew or Greek?....'' Tylor blurted. Snickers shot through the room but I didn't find that funny. ''That's the language of science, Mr. Byers. It seems you have no idea what's going on here, do you?'' ''No, no. I actually do. I just...urrr-urmm........'' He looked around nervously.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

"First, I don't wear clothes to interest you. Second, what do you have to say about what you have on?" A tiny smirk climbs on his face and he throws his helmet to the second hand, pressing it against his side. "First, you shouldn't have them on at all and second, black is mysterious. " "Black is stupid. " I retort, ignoring the part about my nakedness. "Black is life. " He argues and I groan, turning back to the door. "And we're done with this conservation. " "Want a ride?" He offers just as I grab the doorknob and I turn to him with furrowed brows.

He pleaded. "Trust?" I asked, freeing my arm from his gentle grip. "That's too much you are asking for, Marlon!" "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He started, moving the chair closer. I tried sitting up but he stopped me. He knew something. "What is it, Marlon?" I asked, agitated and curious. "I know, black has been your brightest lately,..." "Just get to the point." I snapped, cutting him off.

Still, he sounded like he was in pain, no matter the amount of mirth he tried to use to mask it. Heavy footsteps on the basement stairs announced Noir before he appeared in the hallway. His long black hair was still loose, falling around his shoulders in dark waves that made him look wild. Untamed. His mismatched eyes swept over Silas, his eyes taking in every injury with an unreadable expression. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I can never really tell what he's thinking. "Glad you didn't die," Noir said, his voice flat and emotionless, but I knew better when I saw the slight tick in his jaw. He was worried, just as much as we all were.

His mom called and he looked at her,his father joined as well. "Look at my handsome boy"She pulled her cheeks and he chuckled, though his eyes were always on Tamara,watching her as she laughed and talked with Ryan. "What are they talking about?" he scoffed inwardly. *NOIR'S CAR* Noir didn't utter a word,he felt disorganized with her presence. Irma had begged him to drop her home. "Sweet Nonsense,say something"Luna mumbled. "Sluggish Lunatic "Noir scoffed.

The Second War God was infuriated by his words. Thunk! Thump! Thack! He thrashed Noir violently. Each punch and kick he threw contained not only his strength but his anger. Noir was beaten up badly. His face was swollen and he was covered in his own blood, but he remained contemptuous. Click! The Second War God pulled out his gun and pressed it against Noir’s forehead. “Black Wolf, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you going to submit?” Noir lacked the strength and energy to either argue or reply, he did not even bother to reply.