Black Baddie Novels & Stories

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

He exclaimed, "My boss is Nefario Black! You guys are finished! Absolutely finished!" Madison froze. "Who? Nefario Black?" Seeing her reaction, the thug puffed out his chest. "That's right! Are you scared? I'm telling you, it's too late!" Madison turned to Sebastian. "Seb, this name… Doesn't it sound like it was ripped straight out from a villain on a TV show?" Sebastian nodded and said, "Yes, it's from that recent hit crime drama." After a pause, he added, "The main villain, Nefario Black, ended up dying in the end."

“I think you’re the one with a death wish here. “You’re trying to make me kneel with some stupid badge? “Are you people from the Briewood Gang ignorant or just plain arrogant? “You think you’re kings or something? “Go back and tell Carol something. Not just this Hydra Badge, I won’t even bat an eye if the don of the gang comes here! “Now get out!” With the swing of Harvey’s right hand, both halves of the badge flew straight at Black Dog’s arms. He did not even have time to react at that moment. Crack! “Aaaaagh!” Sounds of bones cracking could be heard, followed by screams of pain. Black Dog was in so much pain to the point where he was trembling, but he stopped himself from rolling all over

’ I found no reason not to. ***** KEITHEN ‘What. The. Fuck.’ I glared at the two figures emerging from the Virtus Talent agency building, chatting and laughing. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ ‘Richard Black,’ replied Ambrose. I swung around to my ex-Delta, the fire of anger burning the back of my eyes. ‘Richard who?’ ‘Black.’ He looked at the black van as it drove off. ‘People are calling him the next Rum.’ ‘The next WHAT?’ I glared harder at the black van before it turned around the corner. A dry laughter tumbled out. And then I laughed. ‘Replacing me so soon, huh? GODDAMN IT THESE BLOODY HUMANS!’

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Which one do you think is the better one? Seriously? Come on! I ignored it and tossed the phone on the table. Linda: Jake bear, your answer is very important so please pick one. I groaned at her childish insistence and then replied to her text. Me: Black. Linda: Jake bear, that is a colour for a funeral and not a wedding. Me: I have an important meeting at the moment. I'll talk with you later.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

It’s only a few moments before he frowns and tenses. “We have a problem,” he states. He focuses for another brief time, then nods. “Okay. For those who don’t know, Baxter is another werewolf, one not in a Pack. He was kinda surprised when I spoke to him just now. He’s ended up the… unwilling guest of some werewolf calling himself Alpha Black, who’s got his eye on Badger’s Den… good call, Sarah.” Just what we need, a new crisis. “Is this Alpha Black going to want to Challenge you for a Pack you said you didn’t want to be Alpha of?”

--- Looking. Observing. Calculating. --- Then suddenly— --- A different set of headlights appeared. --- From the opposite direction. --- Several black vehicles accelerated toward the scene. --- Fast. Aggressive. --- The approaching gunmen immediately reacted. --- Confused. --- Uncertain. --- The lead vehicle stopped abruptly. --- The rear door opened. --- A tall figure stepped out. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- The future Mafia King. --- His expression remained unreadable. --- Calm. Cold. Dangerous.