Black Card Novels & Stories

Jate stared at Jenna, stared back at him arrogantly. She was not afraid. Nothing how the woman was really for a fight, his lips quirked upwards slightly. He pulled out a black card and wave it in front of her face, a small smirk appeared on his lips. "I wonder if this card will be enough to buy enough the clothing in this store?". The black card by World Bank was a card that could be used globally. More importantly, there was no credit limit on the card. When Jenna saw the black card in Jate's hand, her arrogant expression changed into a shock before turning into glee.

I leaned forward elbowing the table and smirked, "I can pay for it, don't be so arrogant." . . "Oh really, then pay for it." She challenged me and raised my eyebrows getting impressed by her witty. . . . I pulled out my wallet and looked into it, only to get black cards. "How much is it?" I asked her placing my black card in front of her. She looked at me in disbelief, her jaw was dropped down as she saw the black card. "Waahh, is this really a black card? A black card which is a type of extremely exclusive credit card that is almost

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

Unfortunately, what happened next left him speechless. The woman took out a black card and gave it to Honey. Honey was surprised to see the card. “Dallas Black Card?” Everyone else in the hall was also shocked. Dallas Black Card, as its name suggested, was a card issued by Dallas Moneylender. Unlike the common prestigious bank cards, the Dallas Black Card was not recognized by any other financial institute. However, it was not an issue because Dallas Moneylender recognized it. It was said that less than ten Dallas Black Cards had been

²⁰ THE BED WAS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN "Check it again! Are you stupid? Or are you plain blind? How did you even get the job if you don't know how to use a black card? That's a black card. Do you even know what it means to have a black card? Or you've never seen one before?!" The kind employee swipes the card back again with a smile, only to get nothing. "I'm sorry, but perhaps, do you have another card?"

Zak yanked me off the ground and I groaned as I held an arm against my waist and leaned against the wall for support. I heard the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut before the creaking of the wooden boards of the platform echoed out into the night. I wondered for a moment if whoever it was walking across the platform knew we were here. The door swung open and I saw the outline of a tall, muscular figure. "Where is Cain?" Weber growled as more shadowed figures filled the room. "He's not here," an English-accented voice replied. I know that voice. "The deal was that Cain would be here personally," Zak said.

She faked a smile, her face is almost as pale as a ghost. What the hell? What's wrong with this card? I checked it myself, Hunter's name was on it. The design is something I've never seen from my dad when I used to steal his cards. It's a black card with silver linings, the words are also written in silver color and a flame was blended with Hunter's name. Pretty normal to me. Maybe it was his name that made the cashier nervous. I shrug, I don't know how rich he is but I'm sure he's more than rich. An elite maybe.

As he turned to close his door, I noticed his shoulders slump, as if he was relieved that Emma agreed. “Here you go, Ms. Moore,” the teller said. The teller handed over a black card which was emblazoned with our pack’s crest. Jealousy was clearly written all over her face. There was no way that the teller would ever get to have one of her own. It was the most prestigious card in our entire pack. ‘Well, damn. It’s not every day that someone has a Black Crest card,’ Ethan whistled. I agreed because the only reason that Ethan and I had them was because they were pack funds. Well, apparently Emma really did not need for us to help out. She looked just as surprised

“Hurry up and crack a few eggs. We’re all anxious to see how many chickens you’ve got. I doubt you’ve got more than a couple thousand.” Crystal slowly opened her bag and took out her wallet. There were several cards there, and she flipped through them until she came to the last one. Combined, all of the other ones wouldn’t amount to jack-shit, but the last one, the black card that Nathan had given her, was an entirely different card. Crystal smiled as she drew it, adding a bit of flourish for dramatic effect. The other woman gasped when they saw the black card - even the store clerk was surprised. None of them had expected her t

He handed it to her, and she looked at it puzzled. " You eat as if you were a horse. "Are you aware of this?! " He stated his case. " I'm not a horse when it comes to eating. "Why are you giving me a Black card?" With a frown, she answered. " The Black card is yours from now on. You can withdraw any amount of money from it and use it to purchase items that you require. " He said, and she sprung to her feet, screaming with delight as she began licking the card.