Black Barbara Novels & Stories

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

On the other hand, Aaron saw the opposite: darting eyes of ash, hair bundled in a hair net, and an anger he constantly fought off. "I... I uhm..." Aaron cleared his throat. The shock from the tension of the bar, had his throat clogged. "Coffee?" He finally spoke. "Just coffee?" "Ye...yeah!" He was still shaken up by the encounter, it was as though he had seen a ghost. The bartender had taken notice to his behavior, but the same gesture wasn't reciprocated. "Just coffee!" He responded properly, and the man before him, spun around to go get his request.

I said to her. She must never know that I find her attractive, it was wrong and should never be made known. " Give me a minute," I said. I walked into the closet with my towel and grabbed the tissues that were on the shelf and rubbed off the blood that had threatened to show its ugly self. I wonder how long I was going to cope with this. They said Lyra has healing powers, I have to make sure I am cured of this ailment. I can not continue like this, it feels like my life is getting shorter by the day.

she paused and then sipped her coffee keenly watching her sister's expression. Barbara was dumbfounded she couldn't refute her words as it was all true. Barbara was someone greedy and placed material things before herself. She ran away with Gary when his career was at its peak but when Gary was on the verge of bankruptcy she wanted a way out. Plus she knew Gary was a stepping stone to her career but now she had nothing.

Barbra needed clarification on the explanation given by Jordan. She felt the need to clarify and asked Jordan for further explanation. "Listen, Jordan," Barbra said sternly, "you can't just make a statement like that without a clear explanation. What do you mean by looking for a better woman? What does that have to do with Gama in this context? I need a more concrete explanation from you." Barbra looked at Jordan seriously, seeking a satisfactory answer to her confusion. "I don't think there's anything to explain; it's none of anyone's business. So please don't doubt my life because I already have my path, which is necessary for me and my needs. After that, Jordan left, killing Barbara in hi

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

To make it look professional, she added black-rimmed glasses. “So this is the way you look like as a personal assistant to the new Lloyd Group director?” Greg asked, covering his mouth and stifling a laugh. Barbara snorted and took a cup of tea. “Shut up! I haven’t been an assistant to director Lloyd yet. I have to undergo a re-interview,” Barbara explained, looking lazy. Hearing the answer of the youngest daughter, Ben Shelton, who had been observing the movement of stocks through his tablet while drinking British tea, put down his gadget. Barbara’s statement really bothered his ears this time.

No need to waste my time and energy on this leech. A moment later the door opened again and Barbara rushed in, her face pale. Her eyes darted at me then at Daniel, her eyes grew wide in fear while Daniel smirked at her before she looked down. “Mr. Brown, I am so sorry. I will have Mr. Black removed immediately.” I held up a hand, silencing her. “It is fine, Barbara. I will handle this. You can go.”

*Grant* Barbara is sitting on the floor, covered in punch almost the same shade as her dress. Tears stream down her cheeks, rivulets of pink running down her chest and pooling on the ground around her. She looks like a hot mess, and everyone in the entire event center is staring at her.