Black Clover Writing Novels & Stories

During spring break, my family's housekeeper's son, Ethan Shaw, steals my black card and takes the entire class on a luxury trip to Norkin. He books out an entire fireworks show to impress my girlfriend, Claire Sanders. Then, he treats everyone to first-class tickets for the cruise while basking in the spotlight. But when I discover he's using my card and confront him, he teams up with my girlfriend to twist the story. They accuse me of being jealous of him. Cornered on the deck, I'm about to pull out my phone to prove it when Ethan suddenly shoves me over the railing. I'm left hanging by one desperate hand. His voice is ice-cold. "Lucas is just picking a fight because he's after my money. I can't sleep soundly with him around." On Ethan's signal, his lackey crushes my fingers one by one until my grip fails. I fall into the open sea, ending as food for the fish. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day Ethan is booking the fireworks show. Watching him revel in the spotlight, I take out my phone and call the bank to cancel the card. This time, I want to see just how he plays the lavish big shot.

Eveline is from a wealthy family and as been jet-setting as an ambassador for her older brother’s werewolf pack, and is learning of the responsibilities that comes with the name Devon and the reality of being the infamous Hellhound’s sister. Darren is the fourth son of an Alpha who has mor sons that he knows what to do with, and is a little adrift in life. None of them would have expected to find their mate at a political meetup of all the who’s who or werewolf society, and are forced to reconsider their future, the distance separating them, and their families, but those challenges are nothing compared to war and disaster coming their way.

This isn't your typical Bad boy meets Good Girl story. Oh no. You see the thing is, our Bad boy, is actually a bad man. Ruthlessly determined to get what he wants. Ignore the fact that his life is painfully dangerous, or the constant threat of death that seemed to follow him, or the slew of bodies slain in his wake. (Details! Details!) But Does his intense mocha orbs burrow through your skin and casually stroll along the shores of your soul? Does his luscious dark hair - messily - sway and bend at the will of his slender fingers, and yet, by some miracle seem to always look perfect? A MILLION TIMES YES! Does he always wear black and look formidable yet absolutely ravishing? Do you even have to ask? Reid J. Dawson, has a skill set that is unique and almost unmatched. He is well travelled, intelligent and fancy’s himself a man of particular tastes. Our bad man, however, is not exactly who he says he is, his past has put him on a daunting path one he has no choice but to follow. Reid would burn the world to achieve his goals but nothing could be have prepared him for the danger that came with the saucy, firecracker who is sent barrelling his way. His conviction and his controlling nature is put to the test when his world clashes with a gut-wrenchingly beautiful, stubborn girl. Our “good girl” isn't ‘typical’, She has a mouth on her. Filter? Practically nonexistent. Maya Dupree, is an aspiring editor who always has her head in a book. She is a witty, outspoken fire cracker who certainly has her eccentricities but that never stopped her. What happens when a fearless good girl uncovers the secrets hidden behind the man in all black.

Susan Parrish is a very beautiful young lady in her late twenties from a wealthy family, who decides to leave her family business to work in a hospital with the intentions to fulfill her dreams and aspirations. One thing she did not know was, she was not going to fulfill her dreams alone but also, she was going to fulfill her destiny when she encounters her boss, Jones Black. And what happens when she discovers her boss is a devil in disguise and she is the devil’s mate? Through their ups and downs, through the storms and temptations, it is only fate who has the answers whether or not there is ever going to be an ever after!

WARNING: This book has strong erotica themes I had two goals for college, start afresh and forget the boy who broke me but on my first day, I grabbed a stranger's cock in a bar and the next morning, he walked into my classroom. As my professor. His name is Chance Black, tattooed, cold, and dangerous. He teaches literature like he owns the room. He looks at me like he already owns me. I should've stayed away. Instead, I begged him to ruin me. This is not just a love story, it's an obsession, it's sex, it's power and it's every dark thing you've ever wanted to feel.

!R18+ Contains matured content. Viewers Discretion is advised.! "Do you, perhaps, have a wife or a fiance at home?" I inquired. He blinked at me once before he shook his head negatively. "Oh great! This is great." I mumbled and my eyes looked to his navy blue Armani Suit and with a nod, I added, "Your outfit is perfect as well." "Perfect for what?" He asked. "A wedding. We're getting married. Let's get married." "What?" ••• What would you do when, on your wedding day, you find your so-called fiance in his dressing room with his manhood buried deep in between another woman's thigh? Call off the wedding and leave, right? That's when you're free to make your own decisions though. It's not the same for Avery Roosevelt, the hidden heiress of The Roosevelts. This, however, is the sticky situation she finds herself in. Livid with anger, she grabs the first man in front of the hotel reception and proposes marriage to him. But when she finally discovers the man she had proposed marriage to was the CEO of the company her Family has been in rivalry with for ages? And when the secret behind her birth is revealed to the world? Would her husband stand by her or let her go? And when another secret is unveiled to the couple? A secret that depended on their future together. Would they drift apart or would love prevail? "Hubby, I slapped Eleanor Roosevelt for badmouthing you. Did I do wrong?" "Of course not. Let me see your wrist... Does it hurt you?" "Hubby, I cursed at the wife of your business partner for calling me a b*tch." "It's fine. I don't plan on working with them anyway." "Hubby..." •••

On the day of my wedding, I immediately recognized that the masked man before me, Wyatt Sterling, was an impostor. I said nothing. I smiled and went through with the ceremony. This was because, in my previous life, I had exposed the fake groom publicly, forcing Wyatt to return and marry me against his will. That very night, his childhood sweetheart and cousin swallowed gold and took her own life. When Wyatt heard the news, he showed no grief. He cursed her for dying. After our marriage, he treated me with devotion, or so it seemed. I poured money from my family into the failing Sterling family, helping him rise bit by bit. However, on the day I was seven months pregnant, he personally had me dragged to the top of Astraeus Tower, the tallest building in the capital. There was no warmth left in his gaze. "If you hadn't forced me to come back to that wedding, Becky wouldn't have died. "Anna, why should you get to live in peace and happiness? I want you to feel the same despair she felt when she died." Then he pushed me. From that towering height, I fell. My body shattered on impact. Two lives were lost. When I opened my eyes again, I was back there on my wedding day. This time, I pretended not to know and married the impostor. I wanted to see, without the Larson family's wealth behind him, how he planned to save a house already on the brink of collapse.

I forgot to bring a No. 2 pencil, so I filled out my SAT exam with a red pen. The proctor warned me it would count as cheating, and I just shrugged and told him it didn't matter. Tyson Jenkins, the school heartthrob who ranked near the bottom of the class, suddenly got anxious. In my last life, we went back to school to pick up our acceptance letters. I already had a guaranteed spot at Kingsford University. And yet, I was the only one who didn't receive a letter. Tyson had used a system to swap our exam scores. Because my score showed up as zero, Kingsford University revoked my guaranteed admission. I demanded a review of the scoring, but Tyson, who had suddenly become the top scorer out of nowhere, sneered at me. "Kieran, couldn't cheat your way through the exam this time, huh? Everyone knows you only got that guaranteed spot by cheating. You've got some nerve playing the victim!" I went to our homeroom teacher to clear my name. I never expected her to cry on camera and say, "I tried to talk Kieran out of it in private. It's not fair to the other students if he does something like that, but he used his family's influence to pressure me into staying out of it." Overnight, I was at the center of a storm. Before I could even explain, a group of fanatics dragged me up to the roof and shoved me off. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the exam.

My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad."

Anastasia Kain and I were childhood sweethearts, but we resented each other for a lifetime. She blamed me for making decisions without her consent. I had awakened her memories and driven her first love to jump off a building. I blamed her for breaking her promise. She once swore she would love me forever, yet after losing her memory, she fell for someone else. We were married, but we lived like strangers who happened to share a roof. However, when I was diagnosed with ALS and the whole city urged her to divorce me, Anastasia carried me on her back and climbed 3,000 steps to reach a cathedral, praying day and night just for me to live a little longer. When the end finally came, she stayed beside my hospital bed all night, her forehead pressed gently against my cheek. In a trembling whisper, she said, "Mason, I've done everything I could for you in this life. If there's a next one, please don't make me remember again. Let me be with him." Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. Only then did I realize I should never have chained her to me with the love we shared in our youth. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first found Anastasia. This time, I chose to let her memories stay buried so that the girl I loved could run freely toward the man she had always wanted.