Black Mass Real Story Novels & Stories

Please note that blackface is wrong and offensive, the only reason these people in the story do it is to keep themselves from being shot on the street for being Russian. This is actually pretty sad. 💕 To be continued...

Not when I lost my two brothers and my mother. So I did the same thing she did. I started building too. But unlike her, I wasn’t doing it for power or money. I already had those. I was building for revenge. I brought people in. Some were broken. Some had lost everything. Some didn’t even know who they were yet. Some were just cruel. But I gave them purpose. I gave them a name to believe in. The Black name. And I told them the truth. Every piece of it. I told them about James. About Oliver. About the woman who wore the face of a wife and ended up stealing everything that my mother gathered with blood, sweat, and hardwork.

He clenched his fist and tried his best to clam down. It's just that the pupils are like ink, as deep as stars in the whole sky, bright, but unpredictable. ... Until she left the coffee shop, the strong oppressive feeling still left a lingering fear in Mary Kinson. She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand, and hailed a cab. Looking out the window, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief . In past lives William Black's name was very loud, but he was very inconspicuous . It is rumored that he is an unscrupulous and perverse person and has a fiancée who has had an arranged marriage since childhood, but he is not close to women. He also did not marry during the year she was incarcerated.

I pretended not to hear anything and walked in front of the three of them. “Is there something you need?” Marcus Black smiled at me, a contrast to the disdain from before. “Amara, it’s great that we’re in the same school again. Your hard work all these years has finally paid off.” Marcus Black, heir to the infamous Black family, a powerful name in the underground world, known for their control over international arms trafficking, money laundering, and high-stakes gambling rings. His family’s influence extended deep into politics and business, and their wealth was built on power that was often acquired through violence and manipulation.

He ran his fingers through his small mustache on his face while comfortably leaning back on the black, soft chair, surrounded by women. He looked attractive with his fair olive skin and thick black hair. But then again, a person who goes to the black market to buy people is equivalent to the devil. I've heard many stories about people being sold to different "owners." Some become sex slaves, forced to do dirty work, or even tortured and killed. None of the stories I heard before ever had a happy ending. But I wouldn't let that happen to me as well. "One million dollars! Going once? Going twice?" The host became more excited as he was about to hit the hammer against the flat wood.

“Your father murdered my father. And his friends covered the crime and kept it out of the news.” Savannah gasped behind me, her hand flying over her mouth. I stepped back in surprise. “What?” I said, though it wasn’t disbelief—it was dread. “Why? How? And how am I supposed to trust what you’re saying?” Paula scoffed. “Your father had my father taken out because he refused to be bribed. My father was a good officer. A clean one. General Blackwood, however…” Her lip curled. “…was running gun smuggling operations and human trafficking, years before he even ran for presidency.”

“I’m trying to tell you, Ms. Roseford, that anything incriminating you found on me was placed there deliberately. I’m much too informed to have a secret out there that someone like you can gain access to.” “Like seriously?” She asked while cleaning off the tears from her eyes. She did not even realize the reason for her tears. “So you don’t mind people knowing about the incident 9 years ago? The one that sent your father to jail and suddenly started the start of your rise in fame?” “What are you talking about?” he asked quietly, but she flinched at her words. Mia shrugged. “It’s fine. Since you don’t mind, I’ll just go ahead and release it to the media. I’m sure people would love to know the

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

I crossed my legs over on the chair and motioned him to continue. ''Well, its a very long story. Some very bad people where after my Mom and I because they didn't want her to become the Luna.'' ''......Huh?Luna? '' I asked puzzled. ''Oh yeah, I forgot that little bit of information there. No one must know what I'm about to tell you.....'' I nodded, curiosity was building up in my chest. He inhaled sharply. '' I'm a werewolf '' he simply stated. I stared at him in bewilderment. I immediately burst out into fits of laughter. I was so hysterical that I started to tear up.

“What am I supposed to say? Thank you for killing my mum and ruining my life?” He chuckled. “You’ve got a sharp tongue. That might get you into trouble where we’re going.” “Where are we going?” I demanded. “To see my boss,” he replied. "Mr. Black.” Of course. I rolled my eyes. What was I expecting, they had to take me to see Mr. Black. My stomach twisted at the thought of his name. Damien Black. The notorious Mafia king. I had only heard rumors about how cruel the infamous man was. I had never imagined I'd get in contact with someone like him, And now, I was headed to see him. It was enough to terrify anyone beyond wit.