Black Family Motto Novels & Stories

His blue eyes are frosty with rage as he continues to stare at me. "Not guilty, you say?" Another of the men asks. "That's funny because our sources say you shot Rita in the head because of -" "This woman here." The scorned woman's father finishes. My chest tightens. I'm obviously their target. "Our motto is kill or be killed, or have you forgotten so soon?" Ash's deep voice booms out confidently. "It seems you are the one who has forgotten what our other most important motto is." The scorned woman's father says as he stands. "A life for a life."

Wrapped around his shoulders, was a large flag of the United States of America. " We hunt those who have hunted us." The man said . " We hunt those who have hunted us." The rest repeated after him. " Let blood have blood and let the wages of sin be death." He said again. " Let blood have blood and let the wages of sin be death. " The men repeated again. " This day marks the era we have awaited. What shall we ensure?" " To never go back."

A small monster that was making his way towards Black takes a small step towards the young monster. “Because, if Black, the oldest and most trusted advisor of the master believes what the girl says then why shouldn't we. All Black has done from the beginning of time is try and lead us in the right direction, telling us when to get rid of one master and when to turn on another. He has always fought for what was right. And at every turn we have followed. And look at where this has lead us. Can’t you see, this is our chance we have been waiting for, for the last four thousand years. A chance at freedom, and I for one am ready to take the leap and face freedom head on.” Disbelief crosses the you

One of the many unspoken rules of PH city everybody and their mamas know is that when you are in a place, and boys start speaking strange pidgin and sizing up one another or breaking bottles, you need to get out of there, and you need to do so quickly. I can't though. Bro code says so. Rule number one: Never let a brother go to war alone. Rule number four: Never leave a brother behind. It couldn't get any worse. I swear to God, Amadioha, Idemili, Ala, Anyanwu—every bit of divinity that cares to listen infact—if Abe gets us killed, I will resurrect him, just so i kill him myself.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I joked and Black barked out an amused snort before his features tightened with seriousness just as fast. “I swore an oath to you, to never back down.” Black said, his eyes firmly fixed on mine as he continued speaking, “I would never go back on my words, especially not for that bastard who has done nothing to deserve my loyalty. I'd be more than honored to see to his end by your side.” He finished and I nodded in understanding.

“By the Break of dawn the following day, I want every Blackmoon member present. To win this war, we will need all hands, all claws, and all hearts. All those who have sworn allegiance, it’s time to prove it.” The chants rose louder, unified and fierce, vibrating through the night air. “FOR BLACKMOON! FOR BLACKMOON!” As they hailed their Alpha and their pack once more, the moon above seemed to glow brighter, casting a silver promise over everyone gathered below.

"Today, we don't just fly back to Russia. We storm it. We reclaim what's ours. The old bosses think they've buried us, scattered us like ashes in the wind. But we're a fire that never dies. The motherland is bleeding, torn apart by traitors and weaklings. We will cut out the rot." He paced slowly, his dark eyes meeting each man's gaze, igniting sparks of resolve. "Remember why we're doing this. For the families we left behind. For the honor they stole from us. For the power that's our birthright. We will rebuild the Bratva stronger than ever. Are you with me?" A roar erupted from the men, fists pumping in the air, shouts of "Da!" mixing with "Hell yeah!" and "Let's fucking go!" They began fi

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.