Black Got Novels & Stories

Black. How are you today? Obviously you're fine, I'm very sure of that. Because you're living your best life, sitting on top of money, with your little, slut worker as your girlfriend. I'm very sure you've got my present. Don't be scared, because you're a father now, well going to be a father soon.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

“Black, tell him what you told me.” The man, Black, leaned back in his chair, his gaze sliding over me slowly from head to toe as if measuring my worth. I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. I stood tall, my face cold and stern, waiting. Finally, after what felt like the longest stare of my life, Black chuckled. “I like him,” he said to Marcus. “Strong eyes. Stronger presence. I’d be willing to work with him.” I stepped forward, my voice cutting coldly through the air. “I’m not here to work with you. I don’t need partnerships. I’m here for information. You give it to me, you get your pay, and that’s where this ends.”

Black. The title felt like a slap. I wrapped both hands around the warm mug and stared into the black liquid, trying not to think about how my thighs still felt slick, how my nipples were still sensitive against the robe, how my pussy still throbbed with the memory of being stretched and used by both of them. I forced myself to speak. “Is… Mr. Black here? Either of them?” “Mr. Black left at six.” She didn’t specify which one. “Mr. Matteo is in the gym.”

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

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

Just like how he did it to me. “Where should we start, Ma’am?” asked Black, pulling over at the narrow parking spot he’d found. “Anywhere I could get skin care products. Oh, and nails. I want to get my nails done.” I said, smiling as I texted Carmelo my whereabouts. It has become a ritual to update him on everything I did throughout the day until he returned home.