The little black chronicles Series by Miss Black

Sarah Adams had not been lucky in life. One night, two unsettling strangers with pale skin and sharp teeth kidnap her. She soon discovers a new world she had no idea existed. She’ll be trapped in a cruel and bloody world, in a never-ending war between supernatural beings and in sensual and bloody games. - "He was in bed, lying amongst white silk sheets, still in his pyjamas. Needless to say, even his pyjama was elegant, black silk... moreSarah Adams had not been lucky in life. One night, two unsettling strangers with pale skin and sharp teeth kidnap her. She soon discovers a new world she had no idea existed. She’ll be trapped in a cruel and bloody world, in a never-ending war between supernatural beings and in sensual and bloody games. - "He was in bed, lying amongst white silk sheets, still in his pyjamas. Needless to say, even his pyjama was elegant, black silk. ‘You are my breakfast,’ he explained, stretching. ‘Undress.’ I did what I was told and stood naked by the bed, with my hands by my side. I confess that after the last time, the idea of being his breakfast appealed to me. My nipples were erect and I was anxious to be eaten. ‘Open the second door of the wardrobe on the left. There should be a trunk. Get it and bring it,’ he ordered. I executed his every command. It was a leather trunk, quite heavy. I placed it on the bed next to him. Adrian opened it and rummaged through it. He pulled out a short black-fringed whip. He placed it next to him on the sheets. He rummaged some more. Two small rubber clips, joined together by a chain. He rummaged again. A metallic tool with a spiked wheel on the end. I looked at this paraphernalia, perplexed. ‘The 21st century and the duty free of pain,’ said Adrian, with a half smile. He placed the trunk on the floor and jumped out of the satin sheets. ‘People invent wonderful new torture instruments daily, and then call them “erotic toys”. Everything is made smaller, portable, so you can put your torturer in your suitcase and take it wherever you go’. I took the small wheel and tested one of its spikes with my finger. The spikes were about one or two millimetres thick and were slightly rounded. Adrian laughed. ‘Look at you! This is also a century of no fear. In a way, it’s a shame… but it is definitely more practical. Which have you used before?’ ‘Mm, none. It’s not my genre. But I understand what you mean: I have no fear, we can try. If I don’t like it, you’ll stop, right?’ He laughed some more. ‘I don’t think so.’" less

All sorts of things happened to Sarah in the past few months; she had been kidnapped by two vampires , she found herself in a clash between supernatural beings, she discovered she had an inexplicable attraction for the leader of the British werewolves , Harry Pierce, and she fell madly in love with Adrian, an eight hundred and fifty years old man who thoughts humans were useless, unless they are to become his “dinner... moreAll sorts of things happened to Sarah in the past few months; she had been kidnapped by two vampires , she found herself in a clash between supernatural beings, she discovered she had an inexplicable attraction for the leader of the British werewolves , Harry Pierce, and she fell madly in love with Adrian, an eight hundred and fifty years old man who thoughts humans were useless, unless they are to become his “dinner.” It all sounds disastrous but, in truth, Adrian also had some positive qualities… especially between the sheets . Now that the fuss is over, Sarah can finally relax in the arms of her favourite nightmare , but…. But nothing is ever calm in Sarah Adams’ life. A new puzzling occurrence will force her to reanalyse the situation between Adrian, Harry and herself. This time she’ll end up in the den of some very bad wolves . The second chapter of the four-part series The Little Black Chronicles . Now, I’ve already mentioned this but when Adrian wants to be, he is the most charming person in the world. I must admit, he has had eight hundred and fifty years to become so good in bed. All Harry needed to do was be close to me to turn me on; Adrian had the same effect but with deliberate intentions. Adrian was also, compared to Harry, much more creative. That night, he began slowly unbuttoning my shirt and he bent over me to kiss my neck. ‘You still smell like a wild animal, my dear,’ he mumbled. less

After little Sean’s birth, Sarah is forced into hiding on an island in the North Sea. The Observers (the humans who want to profit from the vampire and werewolve's special powers) are on her trail. But not even on this island are Sarah and her son safe. Sarah will have to entrust her life to the most enigmatic of all the vampires on the council. His real age is unknown to everyone. But only thanks to him and his blood , can she achieve revenge... moreAfter little Sean’s birth, Sarah is forced into hiding on an island in the North Sea. The Observers (the humans who want to profit from the vampire and werewolve's special powers) are on her trail. But not even on this island are Sarah and her son safe. Sarah will have to entrust her life to the most enigmatic of all the vampires on the council. His real age is unknown to everyone. But only thanks to him and his blood , can she achieve revenge. Vampires feed on three emotions: pain, pleasure and fear. Sarah will experience them all, in a race against time. The third chapter of the four-part series of The Little Black Chronicles . It was a strange feeling of intimacy. It was strange to see his body react, because I had always had the impression that he was immovable. That it would take a natural disaster to truly move him. That nothing, or almost nothing could stop him, hold him back, destroy him or shift him. ‘Almost nothing,’ he laughed. His laugh made me relax. I realised that until that moment I had touched him, kissed him and licked him as though he were some sort of antique pagan divinity. ‘I am one.’ I nibbled him. ‘You are also a young albino with an interesting profile,’ I smiled. ‘Yes. I like what you are doing. I suppose you don’t want me to interfere, right?’ ‘In a way, yes.’ ‘But what about if I do this…’ He stroked me between my legs, impossibly folding forwards in order to reach me. I let out a little moan. ‘You can interfere,’ I concluded." less

From Spain in the Moors Era, to Scotland in the 15th century, from 18th century Germany to modern London, the lives of the vampires and the werewolves that we know have many secrets... moreFrom Spain in the Moors Era, to Scotland in the 15th century, from 18th century Germany to modern London, the lives of the vampires and the werewolves that we know have many secrets . What is the connection between Tyr, the albino vampire and Eno, the African blood eater? Who was the Scottish woman who reminded Adrian of Sarah? How did Vlan and Myra become what they are? Is Anne, Harry’s bodyguard, only a faithful she-wolf? Who betrayed both species by handing over Sarah’s son to the Observers? A long journey through the centuries and through the darkest shadows of passion, but also through timeless feelings that tie all beings together, whether they are human or not. The final chapter of The Little Black Chronicles . "Tyr bent over her to give the woman one last lick and then turned back to look at Eno. ‘Don’t talk about things you know nothing about,’ he said, without any particular tone. He stood up and he leant on the woman’s private parts. He took her chin, finding her eyes. ‘Shhh…’ he whispered. She became quiet. ‘Get dressed and leave. You won’t remember me.’ He stood up and while the prostitute was collecting her clothes with an engrossed air about her, he went towards the water jug. He washed his face, and then turned to look at Eno again. He pointed to the bed, from which the other woman had just stood up from. ‘Come on then, if it’s what you want.’ Eno laughed. ‘That’s not what I want, impudent jinn.’ Tyr crossed his arms, his long white hair cascaded onto his white shoulders. ‘No? I can see inside you head, little flower.’ Eno took a step back. ‘Ah. But you are scared. Of course,’ he continued, calmly. He took his djellabah and he wrapped it around his naked body. ‘Come, let’s go into the studio.’" less