Black Fight Back Brown Lay Down White Say Goodnight Novels & Stories

goodnight Damn Benedict is in trouble, his ass wasn't supposed to mess with two woman, now Brandy gon leave his ass for good!...and I'm gon Leave his friend for good but after his through with this murder charge :shit I still can't believe I'm about to arrest my husband!!!.

At his position, I stood up, kneeing him on his groin and throwing him on the chair. "Have your seat first." I said, straightened his collar then turned to the others. He groaned in pain, his hands protectively covering the area. Sorry, hon, damage's already done. "The phone!" I demanded. The three stood up laughing. I really didn't find the situation funny. "You are outnumbered doll. Look around. What are you going to do?" Dark skin said. He was such a loud mouth. "I'm going to kick your arses." I said.

- - - Third Person's POV While Sarah, Sandro, and Fatima are thinking of a plan how to fight against their foe, Rhea and Dwyane are also constructing their plan on how to destroy their rivals. "So you mean, we will sabotage their restaurant?" Dwyane asked Rhea. There is a doubt in Dwyane. He thinks that the plan made by Rhea will not work. However, he can't protest against her. He knows that Rhea will always win in the end of their argument.

We aren’t many, we have no chance to take all of them down. I watch the Black Tiger lie down on the ground. This time he’s holding a sniper as he wants to take everyone down. He aims, checks the wind speed and the distance and adjusts accordingly. Then he pulls the trigger. I run toward the people who are still around the zone and help them leave safely. “Leave! Run!” I scream and push them down an empty street. “Run while you still can!”

“Fight and die. Or surrender and live long enough to watch me bind your mate to me forever. Ten. Nine. Eight…” “We surrender.” The words came from me. Flat. Defeated. “Marcus, no…” Lydia started. “We surrender,” I repeated. Looking at our warriors. At Kael’s broken expression. At Lydia’s horror. “Stand down. All of you.” “Marcus, we can fight…” one warrior began. “We can die,” I corrected. “And leave Blackthorn leaderless. Leave Selene with no hope of rescue. Is that what you want?” Silence. Slowly, reluctantly, we lowered our weapons.

It was cold as I shoved my items into the bag, and my teeth chattered when the toothbrush smacked into my gums. It's a frustrating black dog town, to say the least! What a heinous thing I did there with the teenage man and that thinking, to be honest. I had sex with that man who had a wonderful physique and a magnificent dick that is white, as opposed to Remon, who is brown. It was annoying. I really don't know! It's quite inconvenient.

The third sent darkness flickering across my vision. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the screams, refusing to give her the satisfaction, but silver has a way of breaking even the strongest flesh. The pain built until I could no longer think, just endure and survive. Every breath was a battle. Every heartbeat a silent cry. Nyra finally raised a hand, signaling the guards to stop. The whip paused mid-air, leaving silence and the sting of silver lingering in the air. By the time they stopped, my body was barely moving, my breath shallow, my mind swimming in a sea of black. But even in that fading place, I swore, I would not let her win.

his eyes gleamed with triumph, “I’m the only clean Blackwood still standing.”

I won't take this fight unless he gives me the green light. Uncle George nods, “Kill her sorry ass. I had enough.” “Bella Black is a chicken,” Bria yells and starts acting like a chicken. That is it. That bitch is dying today. I shot up and took a big sip of my whiskey. My blood was boiling. I made my way over to the ring. I smirked as I stepped into the ring. The smell of blood and sweat filled the ring that would make anyone want to vomit, but I didn't care. I want her blood to be the next that is spilled on this fucking floor.