Black Phineas Novels & Stories

“You know who he is?” “No, of course not. It’s just a hunch, really.” “Well, don’t leave us in suspense.” Hakeem chimed in. Sighing, Lilac rolled her lower lip between her teeth. The urge to run my thumb over her soft skin punched me in the gut. “Phineas has a son, right? One that’s apparently been kept in the dark since I’ve never heard of him. The Whisperer’s a pretty private guy, and that cavern we first met him in screamed witness protection or some shit.”

Frederick asked, raising an eyebrow. "You’re Frederick?" Phineas’s eyelids twitched. He never needed to know his targets' appearances. He relied on his snake slaves to track them by their scent. Thus, he had no idea what Frederick looked like. "Surprised?" Frederick asked with a grin. "I don’t know how you found me, but do you think finding me means you can beat me?" Phineas sneered. "Since you’re here, I’ll gladly take your life!" Smack!

Sent. "Hurry down. It's going to be late for school." "I'll be right down." Phedra Elizabeth took the phone and ran downstairs. Sit at the table. Phedra Elizabeth is a girl with mixed blood between English and French. Phedra Elizabeth has peaceful but sharp blue eyes. Her skin is so white that it glows with just a single ray of sunlight, it's enough to make everyone around her admire and delight in constantly praising her. In addition, she has a beautiful body that is not created by exercise but by innate, given by nature. However, Phedra Elizabeth always wears a pair of large glasses combined with an oversized school uniform, making her beauty hidden behind a strange outfit. The special thi

The Ginx asked him. The Ginx recognized him as Phileous and knew he had followed the children to this realm all those years ago to kill them but now that he was protecting them, the Ginx was sure Phileous had betrayed King Darth. Philip didn't want the kids to find out the truth about him so he stuck his hands in his pocket and brought out his phone. He pushed a bottom on it and it disabled the audio from the cameras so they couldn't hear what the Ginx was saying through the footage.

Phineas wiped the remaining blood onto his white shirt, leaving a smear over his heart. "We need to secure the perimeter," Xavier stammered, his mask completely shattered. "We need more men, more—" "We don't need a treaty," Phineas interrupted, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated in the stone walls. He looked at Aurelius, then back at the blood on the door. "We need a cage big enough for a King. And I’m the only one who knows how to bait the trap." "Phineas..." "Ready the Black Hand, Aurelius. And you, Xavier—if you touch me again, it won't be Lucian you have to worry about."

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

~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.

Neither of them seemed capable of understanding the true reason behind their fathers’ sudden downfall. In a society where power and influence ruled everything, only someone with overwhelming authority could make impossible things happen overnight. And unfortunately for them, Gwen and Steven were still too blinded by pride to understand that simple truth. “What’s wrong, son?” Phil’s father asked curiously after noticing the tense exchange happening beside him. “Nothing, Dad,” Phil replied with a quick smile. Then he instinctively looked toward the head of the table—only to freeze when his eyes met Ethan DelValle’s intense stare.