Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

They were in town to bury the body of Anthony. Another name that resurfaced in my thoughts was Manto "The Butcher" Moretti, an African drug dealer. He was a member of a powerful drug cartel who had betrayed my father by leaking sensitive information to the enemies. My father considered loyalty as one of the most important virtues, and betrayal was met with swift and brutal punishment. The Butcher met his end at the hands of my father's loyal enforcers.

They didn’t cover their faces like all the ones attacking him, instead displaying their unearthly facial features like they came out straight from a romace film. However, their actions weren’t like the princes from any romance film at all. Vicioualy, they slayed all the criminals dead like they were born to do so. Everytime they took one down, Gary’s alarmed sense heightened. It ended in just a few minutes, yet all the bodies of the criminals lies still on the ground, lifeless. One of the five males—a person with a light brown eyes and shiny black hair with his features resembled someone from the Asian countries—stepped closer to the car. By that time, the glass of the car already broken int

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

A world the law didn’t touch. A world soaked in blood. The root of my unending wealth. Heads bowed the moment I stepped out. “Boss.” “Boss.” Their voices echoed in submission. I didn’t respond. I only came here when it's serious business. Rugar stepped forward…my best shooter, my third after Leo, him and Leo are my shadow in this world. Here, I wasn’t Professor Black. I wasn’t Zed. I was Roman motherfucking Killer. The name that made grown men piss themselves.

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

"His mom wasn't contented from what she have, so she decided to find her satisfaction from another man." "Then what did his Dad do?" "He began to have a secret affair with different women every month and decided to stop when his fifth mistress got pregnant. " "Is it Rogue's mom?" "Yes, ma'am." "Oh... Why did he tell his Dad that he's not his son anymore?" "Because he left his home at the age of seventeen and Mr.Ferdinand Desanto the greatest rival of the Hale organization adopted him." "That's tough." "Yes, ma'am it was very difficult for him. Mr.Brigor is so different now, before he's sweet and caring to everyone he knows, but now he isn't. He doesn't even care if he made someone suffer fro

The blood would’ve been scrubbed out of his carpet a hundred times before he could find one man to replace the five he wanted to murder. No, he would let them live until they stopped proving to hold any use for him whatsoever. The moment, however, that they stepped on a crack, made the one fatal wrong call, or made the mafia boss take over their jobs. At such a point, David wouldn’t hesitate to pull the gun even for one second. The cost of failure would never be able to measure up against the years of service they provided David. Even the most decades-loyal men would eventually find their eternal sleep at the other end of the mafia boss’s gun.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

He sighed, standing up, "I'm gonna have to kill your entire family in front of your eyes. Is that what you want?" "You've got the wrong person!" I exclaimed, "I'm not whoever you think I am. I don't know who you're talking about and it's the fucking truth!" I took a deep breath, calming myself down, "anyway, good luck finding my family to kill 'cause I don't have any." He let out an annoyed groan before walking towards the door. Then he flipped on a switch and the lights were turned on, revealing Sean fucking Blackwood. Of course it had to be him of all people.