Novel & Cerita Black Love Story Books

Their love had withstood the tests of time, and as they took their last breaths, their souls ascended, forever entwined in an eternal embrace. Their love story became a whispered legend, passed down through the generations. And in the moonlit nights of Ravenswood, where it all began, the spirits of Isabella and Damien continued to dance, their love shining brightly in the hearts of all who believed in the power of love's enduring enchantment.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

“Someone is here to see you, sir.” “Who?” I asked, already zipping up my trousers and buckling my belt. I walked back over to my executive chair and took a seat, smoothing down my shirt and pretending as if nothing scandalous had just happened in the room. Sandra slowly got to her feet, wiping her mouth with a smirk. “Sir... it’s Mr. Blackwood.” “What!” The name hit me like a bucket of ice water. Everyone in the business world knew exactly who Blackwood was—he was the most ruthless, high-profile divorce attorney in the city.

Only a little money from her books remained. “So, I heard you were looking for me?” An elegant woman walked in with a little boy by her side. Adeline stood up as she accessed the lady. She looks more beautiful in person, slightly plump with curves, shiny black hair, earthy brown eyes and light chocolate skin. Seems like she got her eye and skin color from her. “Hello, mother.” Grace looked at the young lady in front of her in shock. A sense of recognition flash in her earthy orbs as she looked at the familiar face.

She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.

“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

"Scarlett, please. I'm begging you. Just this once, forgive me. Look, this is Beatrice's medical record. She lied to me. She never had stomach cancer. Please just read it." Bryson yanked his hand away, then shot him a cold look. "Mr. Gibson, show some respect. You don't get to lay a hand on my wife." Declan stared at us, his eyes full of resentment. Still, he pleaded, "Scarlett, please forgive me. I know I messed up, really." I glanced at him, finding it almost laughable. I had once loved him with everything I had, but he never knew how to cherish it.

She wanted answers. But I hid. Then I met Brinda. “I do not love you nor will I ever love you. Get that!” I spat. “Well then, do you want your precious little lover in exchange for The Black Book?” She asked. A wild laughter tore through my throat. “Do you believe that I am gonna believe a crazy bitch like you? Seriously? You telling me that you kidnapped Brinda is absurd.” “So, you admit she's your lover, hun? Love. Sweet. Love.” She punctuated very remark with caution, her tone filled with mockery. “If you want to see her alive, get the fucking Black Book out.”