Black Baddie Novels & Stories

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."

"Sammy's just...." "Don't try to fool me!" Shawn snapped to silence Samara. "I know what you're doing, and don't force me to go upstairs to kill the person in that room!" Shawn said, and before Samara could argue, Shawn had pulled her hand away. "Come on, come with me." However, when they took a step forward, they were blocked by three men dressed in all black. "Want to take our Samara where to?" asked one of them.

It was a sleek, black sedan that looked like it cost more than the house I grew up in. It pulled to a stop right in front of the bench. The engine purred before going off. "Great," I muttered raspily. "Just what I need. A serial killer to finish the job." The back window rolled down with a smooth hiss. I froze. I knew that face. Everyone in the city knew that face. Dominic Black. The oldest of the five Black brothers. The man who spent fifty percent of his time making billions and the other fifty percent trying to wipe the Vale family off the corporate map.

By looking at the scene a sharp pain is spreading over his chest reminding him the innocent beauty is not capable of hurting even a fly from some corner of his heart but his arrogant calculative business mind refuses to believe the poor soul. Alexander Black the only hire of top wealthy family in London with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god which he gladly inherited from his father Freddie Black and mother Clara Black. But as we all know looks can be deceiving and that's absolutely right in his case there is a cruel demon hiding beneath this facade of Greek god. His name resembles immense power his word is the law which he can make as well as break accor

Sophie's pov **The Descent Into Darkness** The black SUV rumbled through the abandoned meatpacking district, its tires crunching over broken glass and decades-old filth. Damien Blackstone sat motionless in the backseat, his hands resting on his knees, his breathing steady despite the gun pressed to his ribs by the hulking enforcer beside him. Outside the tinted windows, the warehouses loomed like gravestones, their broken windows staring blindly into the night. *"Last chance to turn back, Blackstone,"* sneered the man to his left—Rico, Ferraro's right hand, with knuckles scarred from too many bare-knuckle fights. His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey.

"Amy, come here! Tonight you're going back to the basement. You're not allowed to come out without my permission." Terrified, Amy clung tighter to my clothes. I pushed her behind me and gently coaxed her. "Don't be afraid, my darling. In this country, no one can harm you." "Bitch!" Isla spat. "Even if you drag in the highest official, it won't help you. Austin rules this city." "In that case," I said coldly, "things in this city are about to change." The words had barely left my lips when the roar of engines thundered from the distance. Dozens of armored trucks loaded with cash barreled down the street, making the ground tremble.

The consequence she had to pay for accepting Kade’s offer in the first place. She hadn’t thought it through. She never did. She was so desperate to save her mother, so terrified of losing her, that she let that one guy she barely knew help her. A guy like him came with shadows and scars and messy worlds like this and she should’ve known. She pressed her forehead against the taxi window as the city lights streaked past. She felt like she was drowning in her own breathing. — (BLACK HAVEN) Black Haven was attacked. Gunshots ripped through the night like a storm tearing a building apart. Sparks snapped like fireworks against metal, bullets shattering glass, exploding against walls, ricocheting a

But they hit hard. He turned his face slightly, drawing in a slow breath, trying to ease the tightness building in his throat. If only he had known. He met her a month ago—at the bar where she worked. Quiet. Reserved. Always polite. They had exchanged small conversations here and there. She mentioned studying medicine… wanting to become a doctor, just like her parents wished. And somehow, without fully thinking it through, he had given her his black card. She had refused. Of course she had. But he left it anyway—on the counter, forcing the choice into her hands.

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The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.