Black Authors Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Everyone kept their distance and put their support for the Rui Lin Mafia in shadow. But in the middle of the chaos and despair, Sherly found a glimmer of hope. The exposure of the Vile Mafia's crimes and the collaboration between the Rui Lin Mafia and the government marked a significant step towards justice and accountability. It was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering resolve to confront evil and restore peace.

I lit it, and the flickering flame cast eerie shadows on the walls. As the light grew brighter, I saw that the restricted section was filled with books, but each one had a small keyhole on its cover. I realized that these books were locked, and I wondered what kind of secrets they might hold. My eyes scanned the shelves, and that's when I saw it - a black book with a symbol on its cover that made my heart skip a beat. It was the same symbol that was on the jade necklace I had found. I felt a surge of excitement and reached for the book, my fingers trembling slightly.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

Uncle Roderick had always been very distracted. I reached for a picture of him and his brother with my mother. Both he and Papa had the same red hair that I had. My mother, on the other hand, always stood out from the family with her blond mane. I carefully ran my fingers over the photo. In the picture, the three looked so happy. At that time, none of them had known what horror would lurk in the future. Who would have expected to be killed by a couple of mutant dogs on their daughter's birthday?

It doesn’t take long before his body finally stops moving and he takes his final breath. I throw my now empty duffle bag over my shoulder and take a look around. Should anyone have seen they’d have to join Mr Allard here, which would really mess up the scene I’ve set. I casually start walking down the street, my all-black attire consisting of my turtleneck, leggings, combat boots, leather gloves and cap with my hair neatly tucked under it with the help of a hair net – wouldn’t want to leave stray hairs behind – allowing me to blend into the shadows nicely. It’s not a statement piece, it’s practical. Can’t hide out as easily in a black car if you’re wearing neon. After a couple blocks I take

The officer taked the business card, "Albert- Detective." Inside a large garden filled with colorful flowers, next to an artificial lake that can be seen from afar, where schools of fish are swimming, one young man is looking at the scenery around his house when he suddenly hears a ting ting sound. He gently opens his laptop to check the inbox, "Hi! Do you still remember me? It's been a long time since we worked together. I really need your help. I'm sure this case won't let you down- Vincent" He gets up and slowly walks to his huge 4-story bookshelf, climbs a folding ladder and reaches for a book "Criminal Psychology." He smiles and wonders: "What's interesting about your place?" He looks

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.