Black Numbers Novels & Stories

Maybe I should blame the man, huh? A little farther away I saw a black car at the entrance of the resort. The contemporary luxury car was very flashy. Especially the one leaning to the side then. Greco was sporting a black suit, black dress shirt and a black tie. He was very corporate, like a dark lord. It is impossible to ask why so many are staring at him nearby. He can easily attract attention on even just by standing there. My irritation has subsided lately. I regained my good disposition. Meanwhile, Greco looked at me with unreadable face. It's always like that so I just adjusted. I smiled at him. He only tilted his head a bit, looking at what I was wearing.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I chew on my lower lip and glances at the monitor: King (orange) Sharpe (purple) Aldair (red) Beckett (blue) Harrington (gold) Blake (silver) Aldair (green) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Fletcher (brown) Sinclair (violet-gray) Ellery (maroon) Vance (cyan) Wright (indigo-red) Danvers (yellow-black) Carstairs (teal) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach) Owsinski (pink)

Then. Everything went black.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Tyrel could not continue what he was supposed to say until Yesha continued what he was saying. "Symbolize as death? And it symbolizes as bad luck?" Tyrel nodded while Yesha took a deep breath before she explained to Tyrel why the black color is her favourite." "Doesn't mean black symbolizes bad luck and death. We will be afraid of the color black. For me, black is like me, and black is like other people who struggle with what they are going through. What black means to me is hope. Why? Because even if you are trapped in your dark experience, darkness will call to light to give you hope of being free from all your problems. Whatever you hide in the dark, it will make its way to someone to hel

"We don't need to match Kenji's cash upfront if we offer to absorb Thorne's tax liabilities. It makes our bid cleaner." Lina grinned, grabbing her clutch. "Kenji's running out of time. Let's go push him over the edge." Freezing rain drizzled onto the hotel parking deck. Hugo leaned against the hood of the armored SUV, tailored suit tight against his broad shoulders, radio pressed to his jaw. "Talk to me," Hugo muttered. "Two black vans just pulled onto level three," a scout's voice crackled. "Vanguard operators. Eight guys, body armor under their coats. They're waiting on Kenji."

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.