Black Got Novels & Stories

The man in black stood up and trudged up to the man kneeling on the ground. Then, he stomped on the back of his head. The man on the ground gritted his teeth in pain at once. However, he did not dare make a sound. The man in black pressed his foot down against the team leader, exerting greater pressure, and in an icy tone, he said, "That scum cracked the system, and he left the country right after. He obviously realized what that thing is and wanted it for himself. Now that we know that he's backed by the military, how are you going to reclaim it?"

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

"9th and Elm. The 24-hour laundromat. Twenty minutes." Lina sat on a plastic chair, watching the washers spin. The door chimed. Trent walked in, dripping wet, and dropped into the seat next to her. Lina kept her eyes on the glass. "You’ve got a target on your back, Trent." "Then let’s move the target." Trent slid his hand into his jacket and slammed the silver USB onto the vibrating washer. "Gabe’s life is in this metal," Trent whispered. "His raw voice ordering the blackout for Madame Cleo. And the routing path to his offshore cash."

He wants me as another nameless woman in his collection. We reach the gravel driveway just as a massive black limousine pulls up to the main entrance. The windows are completely blacked out, reflecting the grey sky. A cold spike of dread hits my stomach. My inner wolf, April, stirs instantly, her claws digging into my consciousness. Gage tenses beside me, his arm snapping out to block my path. "Betty, stay behind me." "What is it?" I whisper, my eyes locked on the vehicle. "The black kingdom," Gage says, his voice dropping into a harsh register. "He is a relative of yours. You can feel the blood pull, can you not?"

“Get up.” Black stood up and turned to face Kelley. Remorse shone in his eyes and Kelley looked at the man who had worked for him for three years. Black was good at his job, extremely good and he’d saved Kelley’s life once so his betrayal was a bitter pill. “You’re going to tell me everything Charles is planning. Every last detail, do you hear me?” “Yes, Sir.” “Report to the basement, Black.” Black turned and walked into the house, leaving the front door open. Kelley followed close behind him and watched as he turned into the kitchen and opened the door for the basement. He pressed the number nine on his phone and within a minute Connor ran into the foyer.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Let it not be that they have attacked him as well. Then he tried calling the number again and the leader of the group picked up his call. "Hello...," Mr Black greeted and his voice was raspy. "Hi... Mr Black, I and my men have fully stepped out for the girl that brought this on my people. I'll make sure she paid handsomely for the damage she caused." Hearing how he sounded Mr Black knew that he was more than furious, Mr Black liked the level of anger in his heart which his voice didn't hide.

“Explain.” “The name Duke Arlington,” Hargrove said, voice quiet, “doesn’t exist the way it should. The records are… curated.” Lily’s lips parted slightly. “Curated?” Hargrove slid a folder across the table. “He’s Samuel Black.” Lily stared at him. “Samuel Black,” she repeated, letting the name roll through her mind like a spell. “The Blackman Mob,” Hargrove continued. “Runs up and down the coast. Shipping, construction, unions, the usual, but with teeth. He’s the son of the boss.”