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How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on a angry rant. “Just because you are black does not mean you are better than me. I dealt with several black men like you—thinking you’re hot shit. Well, you are not! You are the scum of this earth! Always blaming white people for things not going your way. This world will not give you special treatment just because you are black. You have to earn it! But you nor any black man have earned shit! Stealing all the time, killing your own kind, involving in gang activities, and raping women. All of you should be thrown in jail. I bet I got a bigger dick than you!” he explodes on him.

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

Fine, then move to another city. It’s that simple. What’s all this nonsense about freedom of speech, listening to the voices of the people, and all that nonsense? If some old farts don’t learn to behave by the time his baby takes over the city lord’s position, hehe… if they dare make life difficult for his baby, then off with their heads! Blackie: Heh, you gonna off your own head too? Cause I don’t see how fucking your own brother-in-law to death is not making his life difficult. (¬‿¬) Not just life, even his death would be difficult! 😂

She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life. Of course, I did what she said. I tried to read the book she wants. But in the end, I surrendred. I can not understand the story for I was still 5 years old when she forced me to read that. But instead of being mad at this book, I made it as an inspiration to read more and more books, not just today but also in the future. - - - Rhea's POV I am here in my house living and waiting for Dwyane to come here. He has all of the materials that we need in order to conduct our plan to sabotage Fatima's restaurant.

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

“You help me, I keep you out of prison. You’re not here to ask questions.” Emily stood her ground, crossing her arms. “I know you, Hound. I will not serve as an accessory to your murders or whatever you have planned.” Hound sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Slowly, he began to strip off his shirt, revealing the intricate runes etched across his body in deep blue ink. The sight was both mesmerizing and harrowing. “I watched my mother die, overworked as a slave,” he began, his voice trembling. “I should have pushed her off the building… It would’ve been the greatest mercy I could’ve offered her.”

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.

Then black. Nothing.

Before I can say a word, Oliver interrupts their interrogation. “Scram away, Jamal! Before I have the Linton brothers breathing all over your shoulders!” Oliver barks at Jamal and his little escort. “Who are these Linton brothers?” I ask in amazement. “They’re a solo group of black men, picking on anyone who’s gay. Even if you have gay tendencies, you need to avoid those guys, because they’ve caused the most deaths right here in Blackridge!” My heart slams against my chest, but when he points his little toes at the so-called Linton brothers, my heart churns in amazement. How are these guys so slim and ordinary, yet feared even above the gyming inmates and so many other gang factions?

I cringed at the sight of his blood, and was even more upset that he was hiding such a terrible thing from me, and he thinks I do not deserve to know what was going on with him, which I find very disturbing. " What are you doing here?" He spoke slowly. He was getting weak as well. " Tell me what is going on, you are leaving me in the dark" I said. I was hurting but that was not the only thing going on with me. I was hearing voices in my head, I thought it was some kind of reaction to something but I was wrong, I was hearing a man's voice in my head, crying out from pain. I do not know who it was and it did not sound like Alpha Kael, it was not close, yet I could hear it.