Black Barty Novels & Stories

his voice dripped with malicious curiosity. Shock went through Ivan's body, and his heart pounded against his chest. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness. The scars of Black's past doings against his family still haunted him, never allowing forgiveness to take root. Mocking laughter echoed through the phone once again. "Don't worry, it's not the same as your parents this time, young man," Black retorted, his tone seething with sadistic satisfaction. "I merely wish to have a little chat. Find me when you have time, Mr. Busy Man!"

Kia then turned her attention back to the beer bottle still spinning on the table, but its movement was starting to slow down. Finally, the glass bottle stopped moving. Kia tilted her head, feeling confused when the mouth of the beer bottle pointed toward... ...a man in a bartender’s uniform standing behind the counter, locking eyes with her. Kia’s perfectly arched eyebrows shot up. "Wow," she said with an amused smirk. "Well, looks like we have a winner." The guy in Black looked the most upset among the three disappointed men. He reached across the long bartender’s table to grab the collar of the bartender’s white shirt. The alcohol seemed to cloud his judgment as he lost to someone he deem

“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.”

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?"

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.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

Bart dropped the suitcases and let himself fall down onto his knees, his eyes welling up. He wouldn’t see her after all, he wouldn’t be near her after all. Bart hadn’t been thinking about seeing her. All he could see was the man next to her. Until that very second, he hadn’t really considered, let it sink in, that seeing Prince Troy also meant seeing Caroline. Ethan frowned. “What’s your deal, Barry? You look like shit.” “How could you not tell me?! How could you not tell me that they were coming?!”

Had his stupid Beta with the hair like a shaggy dog not whisked him away who knows where the night would have taken us. Kate is being ridiculous to suggest she has been seeing him. Maybe she's saying it just to hurt my feelings. /But why would she lie? Kate doesn’t lie/ Bree whined annoyingly. I enjoy my chats with Berlarot a lot more these days. I sometimes shift, head the far borders of the pack and just vent to him. His oozing black form is bigger than a large dog now, leaving a slick trail of oil behind. Curiously he still has no face, in the black depths of his blob-like form I see only my reflection.

💖💖 Thank you. Part 2 Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone. Why couldn’t his smartphone make coffee? Then he’d be set.

“Anyway, who’s your friend? We hardly ever get new faces in here.” “This is Ethan Black.” I said, politely. “He’s a friend of Mayor Pippins.” I knew Barbara would not be intimidated by that. “Pleasure to meet you.” The two of them shook hands and I smiled. “Barbara and her husband own the bar.” I informed Ethan with a nod, he nodded back courteously. “Lovely place you’ve got here.” he said, looking around again to admire everything. I couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or not. “It’s cozy.”