Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

" He replied. "Okay. If you say so." Greyson tug my arm and quietly said "Our car is here." I turn and was shock to see the most shiniest car I've ever saw in my life. It's pure black with R at the front and a little figurine on top. Another sir Hulk appeared and opened the car door for us. Why do they look all the same?  I look back at Greyson and ask "Are you sure I can ride that car? I don't want my clothes to dirty it Grey Grey."

Damien refused, he wanted to see the car by himself. He didn't expect Eva's connection to be so far stretched to the point of where she could easily buy him a rare expensive car that even other wealthy people have a hard time trying to buy but she got him the car within the span of an hour. Stepping out of the private elevator, Damien frowned when he saw the car in his garage. He stared at the sleek and beautiful midnight black car that shone underneath the light. The paint job of this was top-notch and a single scratch on the car would require the owner to do a full paint job to the car again which would cost millions of dollars.

Cornered and a total deer in the headlights of the machine I helped build. And then, everything just went quiet. Then this tank of a car pulled up. A Maybach, all black and so glossy it hurt my eyes. The kind of car that doesn't just drive, it makes the road submit. The back door opened, pushed by some driver who looked more like a Secret Service agent.

’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.