Black Daddy Novels & Stories

“You remember right? It does ring a bell right? If you care to know Agnes, He is at the verge of serving a jail term for life!. It will be impossible for him to escape this time “ he said without emotions in his face or voice. My legs froze at his words. Jerry had never told a lie or played a prank with me before. I tried to not believe it, because it would be impossible to arrest Big dollar. Big dollar was one of my sugar daddies. He runs a motel, sex trafficking, drugs and gambling. He hides under the covers of a security agency. He has the best of weapons, men and trained snipers. Big dollar was well connected. He had most of the politicians,businessmen and billionaire's secrets in his pa

Narrating everything that happened at the club, his house and the restaurant leaving put her problems with the loan sharks. “ Wait who exactly is this man?” Kayla asked when Sophie get to the deal about the sugar daddy and all. “His name is Chris” Sophie answered pouring herself a glass of water. “ Chris Morgan?!!” Kayla screamed, she stood up and paced around the room not believing her ears. She couldn't believe her friend had just gotten involved with one of the richest men in the city.

Phoenix The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows.

"Y-yes!" Kayden sits down and puts his arms around my waist as he pushes harder and deeper. He bites my neck and lets out a loud groan when he reaches the climax. Soon after, I cum too. "Fuck, baby," Kayden passes out on the chair and pulls me next to him. "You're incredible." I giggle and rest my head above his chest, "Now, I understand why you're called Black Tiger."

Laura "Can you please turn the music off? It's so annoying." I blurted out, sneaking a glance at the driver. Grandfather's father driver was just like him, depressing as hell. He had been driving the car so fast even after telling him to slow down. Above that, he played some bedtime 1980s music like I want to know what love is, I'm on fire, put some sugar on me and now the careless whisper. Like what the heck? Where was his mannerism?

Time skips to one week Drake P.O.V My name is Drake Blackwell and yeah I am the mafia leader of Italy and Africa and also the founder of Blackwell industries. People know who I am and what I do for a living they fear and respect me well they should after all I am that kind of person you should not mess with. For the past one week I am on a killing spree. If he thinks that by killing my 10 men he can challenge me that he is wrong. The world which I rule runs on power there is no place of emotions in it . The weaker you are the lower the chances of your survival will be . That bloody bast*rd think that they can defy me and will escape. They don't know whom they are messing with. If they want

Nena answered , now hanging up the phone. Malcom Eze Daniels , her father with whom she just spoke, was the head of the law firm she worked in lagos . He had never called without leaving her with a new assignment or job to do. she was not surprised that this call was no different. The drug crimes task force had been established to dissolve the criminal elements tat intoxicated the wild city of lagos. The task force had opened a RICO(Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations) file on the biggest criminal orgainsation in the streets aliased the BMO. The black Mafia Organisation

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

“Do you know who Mr. Road is? His father is Boris Road, one of Riverbank’s four underground kingpins. “If you don’t want trouble, you better delete the video now!” The group turned white and deleted the video. They might not understand the threat that came with Great Road Group. However, Boris, one of Riverbank’s four underground kingpins, had been a menace for twenty years. No one would want to get on his bad side. Many shook their heads and sighed. No one could save Sasha now.

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!" Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody—neither of them had brains. "What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?! They're dead now!" Death aura spilled from his body—he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!" Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son?