Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

The Mafia business is something he devotes himself to, so he feels a semblance of strength and control over all the chaos he battles under the surface. He’s a broken man. The most disturbed of all three(This doesn’t excuse his excesses) The purpose of these chapters is so that we understand that Sal is… human too. Beyond a Mafia boss, beyond the image and reputation he’s built for himself, there are wars he never won. So here, Sal isn’t the big bad Alpha we know. This is the real him. The one who never healed. The one who needs a lot of help but will never ask for it.

His hands and foot were tied to it with tape, and so was his mouth, so that his head bobbed about with tiredness and exhaustion. “By night, we are criminals. We sell guns. We deal drugs to the fiends who want them. We kill. Now, and because you have come of age, you have become a part of that life, Damian Blackwood. Will you be a coward and run away in fear, or will you conquer until you lead the Blackwoods?” “Leading is my birthright. Only cowards turn and run.” I answered.

Marco whispered, confirming my worst fear. The Blacksmiths are a criminal organization of ex-convicts and mentally deranged individuals. Many of them are prisoners, who were somehow able to break out of jail. I mean, I'm literally a mafia boss, selling drugs and weapons, so I know them. These people were the worst kind of criminals one could ever imagine. Murderers, thieves, rapists, human traffickers and so on. The Blacksmiths are no joke. "So he wants revenge for his father's death? That's why he took my wife?" I seethed.

Angela's death left a great impact on him he can't brings himself to believe his baby sister is no more in this world from then he became even more ruthless. The only person who holds the power to control this beast is his grandfather Franklin Black. He was the one who arranged his marriage with Rose White to express his gratitude to Rose's grandfather George White. Franklin Black was a great man never in his life he took any wrong decision he was always thought of the consequences of each and every step he took not only this character helped him to create Black's Empire but the most important trait which contributed for his enormous success is his ability to see through people and read them

I've come to terms with this being a dream of some sorts, so I'm just going to enjoy it. I watch as the wolves turn into humans and gasp, their all over the top gorgeous in human form too. I snicker inwardly, only my mind would I think that a wolf could become a human and be extordinarily gorgeous. I look at Braddock and demand he shift, yup I'm over confident in my new crazy state of mind. He complies and he's even more gorgeous as a wolf, he's huge, his fur is soft and midnight black, his peircing blue eyes have a gold circle around them and it's stunning. He bows his head to me so I can feel his fur, I feel a twinge of pain in my stomach, no please not yet, I don't want to leave my d

Alexander's Point of View “I, Alexander Brooks, reject the title of the Mafia throne!” I announced, my voice booming across the clearing. I could hear the mafia gangs stifle their gasps with their palms, their eyes widening in horror. My gaze shifted to my mother, dressed in a black silk gown, her jaw dropping in shock. I guess I took them off guard. No way was I going to be the heir to the mafia throne. I wanted a life free from all this gang life,a life where I could live without fear of getting killed. Couldn't they understand that? I just wanted to be a nobody!

I can't wait to see the shock on their faces. Well, it's all thanks to Grace that I'm alive, I was ready to give up back then when I saw who it was I was fighting against. For a moment there, I felt I had betrayed godfather Stone. I didn't, Raymond did. When we got to the neighborhood, there were men waiting for us. All dressed in black. When they saw me, they all laid down flat on the ground as they could not believe that indeed I was alive. “Get up,” I said to them, satisfied with how loyal they looked. When their boss, Gideon, was loyal, I didn't expect anything less.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

--- Looking. Observing. Calculating. --- Then suddenly— --- A different set of headlights appeared. --- From the opposite direction. --- Several black vehicles accelerated toward the scene. --- Fast. Aggressive. --- The approaching gunmen immediately reacted. --- Confused. --- Uncertain. --- The lead vehicle stopped abruptly. --- The rear door opened. --- A tall figure stepped out. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- The future Mafia King. --- His expression remained unreadable. --- Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

All eyes were on me. “Execution?” I laughed, looking at my wine glass. “What a waste. I don't want his corpse. I want every drop of his blood to replicate his process. Imagine an army of ten thousand men with the strength of Subject Zero. The human world, the Council... everyone on their knees.” “But he won't let himself be caught, Alpha” intervened an informant sitting at the end of the table. “Killian Blackwood lives in a fortress. He passes himself off as a professor and a tycoon. He is protected.”