Black Stories Stories Novels & Stories

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Nathan and Miranda understood that storytelling held immense power—a power to heal, to inspire, and to create lasting change. Motivated by this realization, they set out on a mission to document and share these stories of resilience. Through captivating interviews, powerful photographs, and poignant narratives, they aimed to create a platform that celebrated the triumphs of the human spirit. They believed that by amplifying these stories, they could reshape societal perceptions, break down barriers, and foster a greater sense of empathy and understanding.

The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created. The story said many things about that love, but among them was a truth that would probably never be accepted by the faithful few left in the place where the mortal world had once been: it was not the Black King's fault that everything happened. It was God's. "Ma'am?" The maid called me again, and I forced myself to smile.

Yasmine's diary entry: I'm going over to Rob's house to tell him his Father fucked me. He deserves the honesty and I don't blame him if he breaks up with me. His Daddy's cock was so delicious yesterday. It satisfied my cunt and to be honest, I can't wait to have more of it. **** “I need to tell you something.” I said in a voice that immediately had him turning to me. “What's the problem?” “I - I did something horrible yesterday.”

I told her. "Then what is it? You can tell me anything. I know we have just recently met but you can confide in me. We can talk outside if you don't feel comfortable here." "Let's go to the library," I said. "Start spilling," Amarachi said immediately we got to the library. "Before I start, please promise that you wouldn't judge me." "I promise that I would not judge you. You don't have to be scared about shit. I promise. Amarachi said while holding my hands.

If I have to tell you about a horrific incident in the making of something, I would probably say about the black prison. Earlier when Dr. Philson Sapphire (VC of the kiiings university) was arrested and was shifted to that prison. He was shocked to hear that the ground was filled with the ashes of humans. The black coloured ground and the precious black marble made that damn architecture. And also gave it the name 'The Black Prison.' The prison is located in the north of the ard, the highest ground level of the ard, where there everywhere you can see a thick layer of snow covering everything, sometimes humans too, and they mostly die there if they're not blessed.

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

Black's POV When I reached 8 years old, I realized that I wasn't normal. Everything around me turned grey. The sky, the trees, the people, everything lost its color, and with it, I lost my emotions. I used to stay inside my room for days, refusing to go out, refusing to see what the world looked like. I didn't want to look at everything I lost, but even when I wanted to feel sad, I felt nothing. I felt numb.