African Bbw Novels & Stories

BOOK II- SUMMARY Caitriona Desire/ also known from this book II as Properly your Rookie Girl! (BW-BWM/ black woman, black /white man) Twenty-six years later, when the innocent dark-skinned Nigerian lady, Yemisi Owolabi accidentally barges into young commander Angelo Dellucci's blind date, she instantly becomes his romantic heart target. With not much effort, she is taken as his wife for a big reason but good days never last for long, after being prowled by Angelo because of his grandfather and his father, Yemi learns what life is really about and becomes a true proper lady.

“That girl needs a real strong Alpha to teach her wild spirit how to listen. The way her green eyes flashed at me when she gave me that mean finger sign shows you cannot just tame a girl like Aichonne Blackwood. You have to totally dominate her and show her who's boss.” My brother nods his head and gives me that big, cocky smile. “Well, it is a good thing your wolf is the best at doing exactly that.” 'HAA'

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Blue asked, she had never heard of their kind before until now, she never believed such creatures as Jaguars existed She hadn’t been told or heard anything about them. “We are the Ebonyi tribe, most people refer to us as the Black African tribe, we serve a diety called OBASHI, the god of war and hunting. We have being living here for centuries even before the Great War” Miriam informed. She stared at a Blue a bit and all she could see was the features of her mother. “You look so much like her” she complimented. “Thank you” Blue answered with a smile, she looked ahead and found Alpha Cane watching her like she needed protection.

Answered Shannon looking at him straight in the eye so that he can see that she was not lying. The alpha took out his phone and dialled a number. Soon the call connected. “How are the people from Africa?” answered the person on the other side. “We are well, but I have something that I want to confirm with you.” The alpha told the person. “Yes, what is it?” the latter asked. “I hear that something is happening at Black Moon pack, is it true?” asked the alpha.

A mirror appeared at the wall opposite them at her command. Tara stared at her visage in the mirror, studying her lean frame as sweat streamed down her brown ebony skin, soaking her black tank top and tight leggings. Her thick black hair which was plaited into a ponytail fell down her chest, and the glowing arcane marks on her skin had receded. “Thirty-three Omegas, seven Betas, and Three alphas; all in two hours,” Boma said, coming up behind her.

Angela said simply to her father. She turned to Duke Winston then, the second-highest shareholder, descendant of one of the earliest billionaires. “We’ll carry on,” she continued smoothly. “And wait for his signature.” Duke Winston looked ready to argue, the words trembling at the edge of his tongue. Instead, he nodded. And just like that, the meeting resumed—concluding with handshakes, quiet satisfaction, and the promise of hundreds of millions on the horizon for each person present at the meeting. Angela remained seated long after the room emptied.

"y'all can't move, aight…" "One thing, y'all don't know is, y'all can't touch me, and until I'm done talking, y'all won't be able to move," Ubuntu stated, in a menacing manner. "Alpha Maleek, you know what, I'm kinda beginning to like you. I know you can't see, so I'll help you out. I'll spell it loud and clear for you to hear… YOU’RE SURROUNDED, MALEEK! and even if y'all can move right now, by a snap of my fingers, I'll tear this pack of yours in half."

His blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin were definite highlights of his beautiful form. Robert approached the young slave's exposed asshole and seemed to finally convince himself to go with the situation. Brandon smiled as he watched his heterosexual friend slide his rock-hard cock into the tight virgin asshole of a slave fuckboy. Robert moaned out loud as he felt the tightness of the slave's asshole squeezing his hard cock. Matt nudged his friend as they both smiled at the sight of their completely straight friend begin to slowly fuck a straight boy's asshole, while three other straight men began stripping for their turn in the queue.

We both laugh. “Seriously though, how did it start and who is he?” “Well his name is Bangizwe Mboyo. He's actually Congolese and speaks Lingala can you believe it?” “Girl? What happened to South African men that you had to go all the way to Congo? I'm judging you.”