Author Black Novels & Stories

The president of the Black group was Raven Black". I could see the disappointed loo k on his face the moment the secretary said that.

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

The bold letters practically glaring at me. Kai Blackthorn. Rank 1. Strength: 10/10. My breath caught. 10/10? My stomach twisted and all I could do was stand there, my pulse hammering in my chest as I suddenly felt a wave of weakness in my bones. And for the first time in Ravencrest territory, I felt truly powerless.

it was the one he used when things got dangerous. He opened a black folder and slid it across the desk. “Adrian Blackthorne,” he said. I glanced down at the photo. it was a man in his late forties. He had dark hair. Cold, seductive grey eyes and a firm chin for a man his age. His face and name looked familiar like I had seen and heard it somewhere before. Those green sexy eyes reminded me so much of something. Something I wanted to forget. I raised a brow. “You’re giving me… a man?”

"Takahashi is fast. He’s already bought the transit routes." "Check the card," Hugo provoked. Lina picked it up. Her eyes went wide. She let out a low, jagged laugh. "Noah Kim? The ghost who erased the central bank’s debt just for sport?" "The hacker?" Sophia asked, her fingers freezing over her keyboard. "The god of the dark web," Lina corrected, a lethal grin spreading across her face. "Takahashi thinks his Tokyo firewalls are invincible? Noah is going to turn them into a bonfire."

Then black. Nothing.

A man who never dated, never smiled, never let anyone close. I should have let it go. Should have laughed at the absurdity of it all and gone to sleep. But curiosity is a cruel mistress, and mine was wide awake at 2 AM. I grabbed my phone. The screen glowed too brightly in the darkness, making me squint as I typed the name into the search bar. **Xander Black.** The results loaded instantly. And my world tilted on its axis. **Alexander "Xander" Black: CEO of Black Enterprises**

Emma’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The luxurious office on the top floor of Black Tower smelled of expensive leather and power. Across the wide mahogany desk sat Alexander Black — the 32-year-old billionaire whose name made people tremble. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip her naked without even trying. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of hard chest. “You’re late,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"