Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

Sophia told herself she didn’t mind. But she knew she was lying. Especially when it came to them. The Rossi brothers. Marco, Dante, and Luca. Three biological brothers who had somehow ended up in the same maximum-security prison after a violent organized crime case that still made headlines. They were legends in Blackthorn — feared, respected, and untouchable in their own way. Marco (34) was the oldest and the leader, broad-shouldered with cold green eyes and a scar running through his left eyebrow. Dante (31) was quieter, more calculating, with sharp cheekbones and tattoos crawling up his neck. Luca (28) was the youngest and the most unpredictable, with an easy smirk that never quite reache

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.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

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.

The kind that comes when everything you ever trusted flips on you like a fucking backstabber in a mask. I trusted the detective. Now who else was left to betray me? Ethan? I just knew there were still loyal people out there but the Blacks always made sure to either get me to meet the evil ones or they'd bribe the good ones to get on their side. Or maybe threaten them. I screamed until the sound of it didn’t even sound like it belonged to me anymore. It didn't sound like it was coming out of my throat anymore. I stopped. Not because I was calm.

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!

Kairo has a reputation for being a satan. "Miller, you don't know Kairo Bianchi like I do. If he targets someone, he will not stop until he buries them. No matter what you are planning, you are messing with the wrong man. He is Lucifer's incarnation. You are as good as dead anyway" he muttered. He saw how ruthless and sharp the Bianchi man was. He did not become a boss at a young age for nothing. He earned that reputation by instilling fear in his men. Miller laughed sarcastically.

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.