Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

But the car… It wasn’t what I expected. No squeaky off-roader, no forest-beaten Jeep. This was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, entirely blacked out. The paint shimmered like obsidian under the moonlight—matte and hungry. Even the emblem at the front, the Spirit of Ecstasy, gleamed in dark chrome, casting shadows over the hood like wings of a silent predator. The inside was all leather and silence. No music. No distractions. Just the low purr of power beneath our feet. Of course, I thought.

Daniel asked open mouthed. Juan laughed. "I was just kidding" He walked back and handed Daniel a glass of vodka which they sipped while discussing. "The Chinese partners would be bringing the goods for exchange tomorrow. It's worth six billion and I'm entrusting you on that" Juan said. "Yes Boss. I'll go select the best if our team to go with me" Daniel replied. "How many would you be going with?" Juan asked, pouring them another drink. "I'll be going with Slade, Nikita, Cheetah, Audrey and Adrian. They're amongst our best and we really don't need a crowd". Daniel replied.

She had more pressing matters. A few moments later, Elena, who was still at the window, suddenly leaned in. “Uh, Dr Walter…you might want to see this.” Zoe walked over, and Elena pointed to a sleek black car parked in front of the building. It was the kind of car only someone wealthy would drive….a billionaire obviously. They watched as security guards stepped out, and a man in a wheelchair was carefully helped out by a woman, likely his assistant. “Oh my! This looks like a ticket to heaven.” Elena started, but then she cut herself off, awkwardly.

employees. Sleekly idling right at the main curb—in a no-parking zone that typical traffic enforcement wouldn't dare approach—was the massive, midnight-black armored Vesper SUV. The dark tint on the windows was impenetrable, the polished paint absorbing the orange light of the sunset like a rolling shadow. The rear door opened, and my breath hitched. Adrian stepped out.

Blackthorne Mansion (third person pov) The sleek black car slid to a stop at the towering gates of Blackthorne Mansion. When the door opened, Evelyn stepped out like she owned the world. A short black dress clung to her curves, her cleavage unapologetically on display. One hand scrolled lazily through her phone while the other brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Her lips—painted the shade of fresh blood—curved into a slow smile as the headline flashed across her screen:

He was waiting for Lucien to tell him which car is he going to choose to go to this time. "Hey, didn't I say you go visit your dad?" Asked Lucien as he chooses to pick the least eye-catching car among the six in his garage. The black Bentley. His Bentley Continental GT model from 2019, Onyx Black. With its windows heavily tinted, no one from the outside will know who is inside the car. And that is what he needed right now. He needed to secure his identity as he tries to find out who is trying to harm him. Again, this time. Just like his friend Clark Jacobs had said.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

The soft click of the boardroom door locking behind me made me freeze. “Stealing again, Elena?” His voice. Low. Amused. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. I spun around. Damien Black leaned against the heavy oak door, arms crossed over his broad chest, dark eyes gleaming under the dim emergency lights. Phone in his hand. Red recording light blinking like a predator’s eye. He looked disgustingly good in his tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled up, exposing the veins and muscle I’d fantasized about hating for years.