Black Card Novels & Stories

ELENA POV I shrug and she turns to me with a weird expression on her face. “You dated Alex for so long and not once did you not see a black card?” She frowns confused “I never looked or asked” I sigh, “can I try on the next dress or will you tell me what that is?” I raise a brow in her direction She sighs shooing me into the dressing room to change, “A black card is an unlimited card, only the top members of the Bianchi family have them, I used to be a part of it” She laughs through the doors

Zade dug into his pocket and pulled out a dark card which he handed to me. I took it, confused as to what sort of card it was. “Why is this black?” I raised the card up, looking it around, I had never seen this type of card before, “It's not like the normal credit cards? Would this work? You're not trying to trick me are you?” “Trick you? Elaine, you've never seen a black card before?” Zade looked shocked and I suddenly felt self conscious.

~Cana’s POV: I sat in the center of the queen-sized bed of a motel, staring absentmindedly at the two cards in front of me. The first was the black card Zane had given me and the second was his business card. But the latter didn’t disturb me as much as the former did. For crying out loud, it was a freaking black card, with an unlimited spending limit. And, imagine the surprise that washed over me when I saw the balance.

Samuel said, shifting his sight to the card Celine was clutching. "This is your personal aversion against Miss Laskin and not a concern to the lawfulness of the card" he added with a bored displeasure. "It is not what you think, Mr. Petrov" Cynthia vehemently shook her head in denial. But Samuel remained unperturbed, looking at her with his unremarkable demeanor. "This is a Centurion Black Card, exclusive to billionaires. I do not suppose Kamilla Laskin could afford this card, Mr. Petrov." Cynthia cast Kamilla a disdainful look when she mentioned her name.

Jamie was stunned, as were others in the lobby who heard the words "Supreme Black Card". Sasha, too, gaped at Felix in disbelief. The Supreme Black Card was a rare status symbol. Only about 30 people in the world possessed it, each with wealth beyond imagination. So, how could Felix possibly be a holder of the Supreme Black Card? That was just absurd! Swallowing hard, Jamie stammered. He knew that even the cardholders of the next tier down, the Diamond Card, would be greeted by the bank manager at the door.

Marissa cradled her injured face, unable to believe what was happening. "Hah, idiot woman! Do you think this is just some ordinary card?" Malcolm's face darkened. "That's the Global Elite Black Card! Its circulation is limited, and there are no more than five holders in the entire Aston. And you actually think it's a scam?!" "The Global Elite Black Card itself comes with a base limit of fifty billion, and unlimited overdraft facilities. Having it is like having a gold mine!" Stella added. Her attitude made a complete 180-degree turn as she sneered, "You moron! Did you really think the holder of this card couldn't come up with fo

The only thing sitting on the center shelf was a single white business card with a hand-drawn middle finger scrawled across the front in black sharpie. "Son of a bitch!" Ryota roared. He drove the steel toe of his work boot directly into the open safe door, the brutal kick sending a ringing echo through the high rafters. "Boss..." Kento stammered, stepping back with his hands raised. "We took it straight from his office. The door was locked tight when we breached the shop, I swear to God—"

I replied, “some long-standing problems resolved themselves.” She kept her eyes fixed on me as I burst out laughing. “You’re laughing,” she observed. “Am I not allowed?” I walked toward her and reached into my bag. She watched curiously as I pulled out the black card and held it out to her. “Tristan.” “Yes.” She took it slowly. Her fingers turned it over. The matte black surface caught the light swiftly. “You do realize banks don’t give these to just anyone.” “I’m aware.” “What is this?”

She pointed at the black card I’d left on the counter. "That thing just made the snobbiest real estate manager in the city bow like you were royalty. Who the hell gave it to you?" I shrugged, pouring myself a glass of wine. "Just a friend." "Uh-huh." She snatched the card, flipping it over to examine the embossed silver wolf insignia. Her eyes widened. "Avery. This is a Blackthorne Group card."I nearly choked on my drink. "What?" "Don’t play dumb." She waved it like evidence in court.

Inside was a card—black, matte, and heavy in her hand, embossed with her name in sharp silver letters. She froze. A Black Card. The kind of card that came with no limits, no boundaries, the ultimate status symbol of obscene wealth. Her lips parted, then closed again. Slowly, she looked up at him. “You’re giving me… this?” Adrian leaned casually against the desk, hands in his pockets, as if he’d just handed her a set of keys instead of unlimited access to his fortune. “You’ll need it.” Elena’s brow furrowed. “For what, exactly? Buying out small countries? A diamond bathtub? What do you think I’m going to do with this?”