Black Card Novels & Stories

Where do I even go from here? [Click!] Just what I need. The door is open now. So, before Don Angelo can pull a bullet through my head or push me out of the car, I open it hurriedly and get down. However, before I close the door, he speaks again. “Take this.” Don Angelo hands me a black card, and I can bet it's the universal black card from the Universal Bank. This bank has branches in almost all the cities of the world, and their legendary black card can even hold up to a few billions. Why will he give me this card when…. Oh!

He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength. "Yeah, I haven't had my lunch, and I'm starting to lose it. The cartels had promised to get me a criminal's blood before nightfall, but they haven't shown up. I'm afraid some of them will go missing." I groaned, my eyeballs shifting into a stroke. "I'm sorry about that, Sire. The thing is we are in trouble." He trembled, his eyes dilating as he stared at the clouds. What could be crazier than me not having my supply of blood before I go on a rampage? Breaking nature's law to keep the balance had never been my style.

“It’s just… what if she finds out?” “She won’t.” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “You don’t get it, do you? This is a black card. Do you even know what that means?” Amanda sighed, turning the card over in her fingers. She knew. And that was the problem. Something about it wasn't adding up. “I don’t get it,” she admitted. “How does someone like her have something like this? You can’t just walk into a bank and get one of these. You have to be someone. And she had it like it was nothing.”

"Dad, what's this? What's the black card for? Why are you giving it to me?” My dad's voice was filled with warmth and love. "My daughter, this is for you to enjoy the finer things in life. With this card, you will have access to the best events, the best restaurants, and the best experiences. A black card is a type of exclusive membership card that offers its holders a range of luxurious benefits and perks. It's often associated with high-end rewards, privileges, and experiences. The idea is that the black card is a symbol of status, wealth, and exclusivity, and it opens doors to a world of high-e

He had taken out the black gold card to settle this dispute for the sake of Sasha and Calla. Besides, both Royal Delicacies and Helenova Ventures belonged to the Cartwrights. There was no need to make things so unpleasant. "What card is this? Let me see. I've never seen it before!" Before Eddie could react, Jonah grabbed the card and frowned. "Aren't the membership cards here either bronze, silver, gold, or purple gold? What kind of membership is a black one?" Queenie laughed scornfully. "It's probably a gift card from the hairdresser's!"

ECSTATIC, Mary stammered, "Of course it will! Mr. Astor, you are considerate! Rest assured, our coach will not disappoint." Charlie took out his grandfather's wallet, which contained a row of Centurion credit cards—commonly referred to as the "black card." Charlie took out one of the black cards and handed it to Mary. Mary was so shocked that she held it carefully, trying to control her expression with trembling hands, but her fingers couldn't help but quietly touch the card underneath. "Th-thank you, Mr. Astor! I'll go settle the bill for you! Please feel free to look around!"

The bastard fights for fun and gets paid to do it, which probably says more about him than anything else could. I climb through the ropes and tighten my gloves while he takes his time opposite me. King and Hunter stay outside the ring, both deciding they want front-row seats to whatever terrible decision comes next. Saint rolls his shoulders, tests his gloves and looks at me with the expression of someone about to deliberately make himself punchable. The bastard isn't trying to beat me. Not really. He's trying to piss me off enough that anger becomes easier to deal with than everything underneath it. If there's one thing the psychopathic son of a bitch excels at besides lying through that pr

My Mate, Alpha Cain, froze all my assets. Right when I was about to have our first pup. The voice on the phone belonged to his new assistant. A smug Beta she-wolf named Jasmine. She sneered. “Every penny you spend goes through me now. Cain bled for this pack. He won’t waste his money on a weak wolf who can’t even hold a shift.” That same day, the contractions started. They rushed me to the pack hospital. Every single one of my cards was declined. But that wasn’t enough. She kicked my parents out of the "Moonlight Sanctuary," the new healing center I’d built for them. Threw them into a basic room. Her reason? “Two old-timers don’t deserve the Alpha’s resources.” I laughed. She had no idea. Th

His eyes caught the red light from the traffic light, making them look sharper. Without saying anything, he reached for his wallet in the inner pocket of his suit. His fingers pulled out a shiny black card. He held it out to me. "Take it." I received the card. When I looked at it closer under the street light. It wasn't an ordinary credit card. This was a black card with the name Nathaniel Whitmore clearly written below, with no visible limit. A card that only a handful of people in the world possess. I was extremely shocked.

The moment the black card appeared in Tessa’s hand, it felt like the entire room held its breath. People who had been whispering moments ago suddenly went quiet. Even those who had been casually observing the auction leaned forward slightly, their curiosity sharpening into something more intense. A black card wasn’t just another payment method. It was a symbol, of power, of status, of access to a level most people in that room could only pretend to understand. The presenter was the first to recover.