Black Got Novels & Stories

’ I found no reason not to. ***** KEITHEN ‘What. The. Fuck.’ I glared at the two figures emerging from the Virtus Talent agency building, chatting and laughing. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ ‘Richard Black,’ replied Ambrose. I swung around to my ex-Delta, the fire of anger burning the back of my eyes. ‘Richard who?’ ‘Black.’ He looked at the black van as it drove off. ‘People are calling him the next Rum.’ ‘The next WHAT?’ I glared harder at the black van before it turned around the corner. A dry laughter tumbled out. And then I laughed. ‘Replacing me so soon, huh? GODDAMN IT THESE BLOODY HUMANS!’

Black could protect his own daughter, but my need to guard my mate was in my blood. Mr. Black is a wildlife monitor, but he is also part of our pack in a way. Mr. Black is part of all the packs in the country. I’m pretty sure Evelyn has no clue. I have only heard the stories about why he left, but he did it to protect his family.

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

"I didn't even know, Debbie. I swear. Me and Rain. We didn't know he was going to erase her like that. We had other wild plans. But she’s gone. You should be happy. The bitch is out of your life." "I can't just be happy!" I shouted. "Black is losing his mind! He was screaming last night. He thinks I did something. If he finds out you guys are involved—" Bang! The heavy office doors flew open. They banged against the walls, making me pause mid sentence. Black stormed in. He didn't knock. He was a ball of raw rage. His hair was wild. His suit was wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. He stopped when he saw me there. His eyes turned a dark, muddy orange.

“Brooks Designs is no stranger to underpaid labor. This is a capitalist society, after all. We have to do whatever we can to get ahead.” Black’s smile widened as he nodded to someone behind us, and the sound of footsteps filled the room. I turned, my stomach tightening. Six guards, all of them armed with those batons. Batons which were now crackling with electricity. Cattle prods. “Take them,” Black ordered calmly, stepping back from his desk. His attention turned to Betty, his eyes gleaming. “This one, though… I think I’ll keep her. A little insurance policy.” The guard holding Betty’s throat pressed the knife just a little closer, and I could see the faintest trickle of blood begin to bead

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

Katie giggled at the phrase, as she did almost every time. Glee saw them out, clicking on the light so they wouldn’t trip in the darkness. The air had turned damp, and the encroaching shadows chilly after the warmth of day. A gigantic black moth flitted around the burning porch light. “See you dark and early!” Glee called after them with a pleasant wave. They both waved back. Glee Deadmond glanced perplexed for a moment at the peculiar black moth before closing her front door and shutting the light off several seconds later.