Black Urban Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

She sighed and lay down on the makeshift bed she had made with dry leaves and old rags, waiting patiently for the dusk. Her eyes drooped, and she fell into a deep slumber dreaming about Asher and red roses. *** Asher let out an inhuman growl in frustration. Last night, another human was murdered right outside his territory. There was too much blood, some even seeping through the thin, white sheet that covered the victim’s body. The familiar metallic tang in the air made his gums ache, and at the same time, scrunch his nose. The human detective Ace Jackson approached him with a grim face. “Looks like the same MO,” he said.

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

Sophie's pov **The Descent Into Darkness** The black SUV rumbled through the abandoned meatpacking district, its tires crunching over broken glass and decades-old filth. Damien Blackstone sat motionless in the backseat, his hands resting on his knees, his breathing steady despite the gun pressed to his ribs by the hulking enforcer beside him. Outside the tinted windows, the warehouses loomed like gravestones, their broken windows staring blindly into the night. *"Last chance to turn back, Blackstone,"* sneered the man to his left—Rico, Ferraro's right hand, with knuckles scarred from too many bare-knuckle fights. His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey.

0018 AUGUST Levi refused to speak to me, even his coldness increased. He didn't even spare me a glass all afternoon. Instead, he assigned me chores without saying a word, just issuing simple commands. I polished the glass till my arms ached, but my mind always drifted to the house design, and the text I got that night. “Atticus was alive.” I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought. Maybe it was Levi playing pranks on me. He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name.

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They had both exhausted their lives. A headshot as I realized, but they couldn't lie here long. The warm bodies almost steamed in the cold rain. Besides, the heavy rain had not yet washed away the blood. And when I saw that scene there in front of me, it shocked me more than I thought possible. Until that moment, I hadn't believed that seeing a washed Proles victim on a dissection table or out here right after the crime could make that much difference. I was wrong. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"