Black Urban Fiction Books Novels & Stories

The heat from his cock burned through the fabric as he shifted his hips making me grind back against him without meaning to. Every time I moved my arms to wipe the shelf my hips rocked and my ass rubbed deliberately along that stiff length. “Fuck… Mr Black,” I gasped trying to keep my hands steady on the cloth. “You’re pressing too close. I can feel your dick against my ass.” He didn’t pull away. Instead he gripped my hips with both hands and guided my movements so my bare skin dragged slower over the big bulge. “That’s the point. Keep reaching. Every bend, every stretch I want this ass grinding on my cock while you work. Feel how hard you make me just by cleaning in that little apron.”

Lit by the low glow of a single bedside lamp. She left the curtains open again. And I’m parked across the street in a black SUV, the kind you don’t notice unless it pulls up with lights flashing and agents inside. Engine off. Radio dead. Window cracked just enough to taste the city night. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be watching, but I’m not leaving either. My hands stay still on my thighs. My jaw tightens. Every instinct I honed behind bars, control, denial, obedience, is fraying by the second.

Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

No Black Wolf Clan member were now allowed into their pack – even diplomats had been expelled. More and more Black Clan member were put on trial for drummed up charges and given a swift trial and an even quicker death – mainly by burning which seemed to be a favorite form of capital punishment in base. Rumors started to circulate about how Authority would treat captured Black Clan, experiment on them, kill them when he no longer had any use for them but only after he had satisfied his sick amusement with breaking them. The rumors of the prisons Authority supposedly ran were so horrible Alexander could barely listen to them – talks of babies cut from their mother's womb, werewolves being kill

Although the Black Being had come to this world in search of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure, he'd never for once, expected that he would find 'IT' so quickly. "So this is what you look like? Haha! I can't believe it! You're just a red man! Ok. I'd give it to you, that you're indeed taller than the average man, however, you're still just a human. Haha! And to think, that you're even stark naked! You must be retarded. I can't believe this, this is you!? Wow!" Indeed, the Black Being of Darkness had never foreseen, such a shocker.

The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.

The storm hit harder than anyone expected. Rain slammed against the windows of my new apartment like it wanted to break in. I had just finished unpacking the last box when the lights flickered once, twice, and then everything went black. “Great,” I muttered, feeling around in the dark for my phone. The screen lit up my face. No power. No Wi-Fi. Just the sound of thunder rumbling outside. I had moved into this fancy high-rise building only two weeks ago after landing my first real job in the city. It was supposed to be a fresh start. Quiet. Peaceful. Instead, I was standing in complete darkness on the 28th floor with no flashlight and a dead laptop battery.

Mу mind wаndеrѕ tо the ѕtаlkіng thаt nіght after lеаvіng Jessup’s сlub, tо Blаkе’ѕ аlbum, аnd then hеr саll, before I bеgіn to rеlаtе bасk what I know about Neon. “I thіnk she hаѕ something tо dо wіth the рrоѕtіtutіоn rіng. Blаkе tоld me she’s a ріmр оf sorts, runnіng girls fоr vаrіоuѕ gangs."

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.