Novel & Cerita Black Numbers

- 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.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

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

"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.

’ Oh God, he looks like a puppy that wished to be cuddled. ‘O-Of course I won’t let you down too. Is there anything on the folio that you don’t like or disagree with?’ He checked the screen and frowned a little. ‘I’m not sure about this—black. It does reflect my name. But I think I look old in it.’ I rushed to his side and explained, ‘Not if you pair it with vibrant colours and accessories.’ ‘So that’s why every outfit looks different! But black is always the centerpiece. This is great! I love this concept. I think I can pull it off!’

Can’t men and women go to public places labelled as friends? “Hey, which one? Black or grey?” he asked while holding two shirts. “I have seen you in a lot of black shirts already. And black is not a good colour to wear under sunlight. I choose white,” I answered. “White is not even on the choices. Come on, pick.” His brows were furrowed. “Black,” I said. He returned the black just as I expected. “You said black is not a good colour under heat but you picked black,” he said while I follow him to the counter. “Because I know you’ll pick the grey one after hearing what I just said.

I asked him. “I have enough money to cover your needs. Don’t worry, I won’t go bankrupt,” he teased. “Here, have this black card. There is enough money in here to take care of all your needs. Use this anytime, The pin is four zeros and it’ll never run out of money, so don’t feel shy to spend my money,” he told me proudly, handing me a diamond express black credit card. I opened my mouth in shock as I stared at the card.

“Milord!” “What?” “We found this.” He handed Lucas a black card. Lucas examined it. There was no name. Only a symbol. A black crown. Lucas's expression changed. “The Black Crown.” Xavier nodded. “This confirms they're involved.” Lucas turned the card over. There was a number written on the back. 17. Lucas stared at it. “What's seventeen?” “We don't know.” Lucas put it in his pocket. “Find out.” --- They continued through the building.

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.