Black Barbara Novels & Stories

Barbara said. She found someone to rape Barbara Morris, except her, no one else knew, much less let Malcom Morris know, he looked at every man, who he knew were known to be the famous henchmen of the black lotus mafia, they were known to be part of the criminal group. - Those are my henchmen now. Barbara said. That seemed like a good plan to take away the daughter her husband loved so much, apparently no one would care, but somehow, they knew.

Jenny pressed her lips together. She looked like she wanted to kick me under the table. Or strangle me. Barbara looked at me. She looks genuinely confused. Her brows pulled together. She glanced at Jenny. Then back at me. "Who is Derrick?"

At just 26, she had earned a doctorate from a top-tier global medical institute and had already secured a position as an attending physician at a leading hospital. Barbara was 18 years old. She studied at Volaris' renowned private school, Greenvich Academy. Her health had been fragile since childhood, and polio had left her legs paralyzed. Her mind, however, was frighteningly sharp. She possessed an almost unnatural talent for computers. According to Zoey, Barbara had swept international computer competitions before the age of sixteen. In private circles, she was rumored to be a world-class hacker. Zoey added, "Two years ago, the Gray House website in Libertia was hacked and replaced with ou

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Abigail sighed and poured some beer in his mug. "I hope the good lord you serve will bless your good soul," he said. Richard's gaze abode then returned to the girl he had noticed when he first entered the bar. Her hair was thick black and she was talking to a man who seemed not to be interested in what she saying. "Hey! come here," Richard said to Abigail and she resisted for a while but when she thought of what he had said a while ago, she answered him. "What can I do for you sir?"

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes. “Come back, my lady! Nothing can help him.” Agnes's voice brought the girl back to the grotto. Nocté’s body, seized by a sharp weakness, became numb. The left arm stopped obeying. She turned to Agnes and began to wade through the water, slowing her pace until she stopped: the cold cooled her conflagrant mind, the maid's scream got in her ears, and the girl lost consciousness. *** The Black Cliff. Sixteen years ago

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil