Black Barbara Novels & Stories

The man is infuriatingly good at his job. I turn back to Barbara. She wastes no time. "What," she says, in the voice of a woman exercising enormous restraint, "is going on? Why are you being escorted in by Mr Black and his team?"

this family, she doesn't even know the crime, she committed against Claudia. "I will take your silence to mean Yes." Claudia stands from the dining, Barbara looks at her father."You shouldn't ever think of giving me that...""Barbara stop it, you should go to work and I will be traveling, so you could stay at Gordon for now.""Alright, Dad!" Barbara stood from the dining, Hazel didn't say a word, she was acting differently now, she was acting like, she was not affected by her husband's actions, and she had resolved in her heart, to use subtle means to get what she wanted. Calvin too left the dining without saying a word to Hazel."Good morning! Sir Dante." Barbara greeted him casually, Dante r

Barbara: Today is the day. It’s not quite something I have been waiting for, honestly I did not even believe that, I, Barbara Brookes can go too far, but it just sort of happened, and as they always say the show must go on, right? The house is quiet, all the staffs are gone as requested by me earlier, here I am, all alone in this big house, of course Robert will be joining me very soon. I am already dressed in a black satin evening dress, with layers of make-up, to make the mascara run down when I am about to cry.

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.

Third Person's POV It is another day and just like yesterday, all of them are waiting for the police to call. But not like what they did last time, they are now doing several things instead just sitting on the couch and staring at the to and wait for it to ring. They made themselves busy but their ears are all lending on the telephone. "Miss Fatima, what's this?" Sarah asked while showing the black box that she found inside the cabinet. "Oh," Miss Fatima reacted and then walks towards Sarah. She takes a closer look to the black box that Sarah is holding. She smiles widely.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Something in him knew we were on borrowed time. “Makayla,” Alan said as soon as the call connected. His tone was calm, clipped, but a note beneath it was tight, tense, barely leashed. “We have a problem.” He listened for a moment, then nodded once. “No, not suspected. Confirmed. A black sedan, dark-tinted windows, low profile. The same style they used in ‘twenty. Rufio caught it before I did.” My stomach knotted as I tried to piece together what that meant, but Alan kept going.

“Yes, because Sebastian may seem like a monster, but he has devoted some time to make sure that you, his family, your children survive this world he’s still having trouble navigating.” After the conversation ends, Trent had some pep to his step. After leaving his room, Sebastian moves through the living room towards his bar. Sitting there is Vera Black, a woman of moderate height and beauty. Her fashion sense is garish, and the fur-coat she wears appeared too hot for any kind of weather. “Sebastian,” the mousy woman greets, and Sebastian pauses, but continues. “Darling.” She moves around the bar to greet him, a square glass half-filled with dark liquor.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

Following the only route in this place that I know, I skip down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where I remembered seeing a back door. Instead, I see Grayson. What is doing in here still? He stands with his back to me, doing something at the sink. And the only thing he wears, are a pair of black dish washing gloves. One brief eye full of a very firm, smooth butt has me screaming and ducking for cover behind the bench. "Lexia?" I hear Grayson say into the air, as I press myself as close to the bench as physics allow. He can't see me. I can't see him...What the hell did I just see?