Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

His clear eyes were filled with love for Skylar. Elliot really liked this beautiful sister even he didn’t know the reason. He really hoped that Skylar could be his mommy and live with his daddy! As Skylar carried Elliot home, a black Bentley worth ten million dollars was speeding along the street. The man driving the car stared at the front like a wild beast who could be furious at any moment. Kehlani secretly tightened her seat belt. Today, the boss's mood was like an explosive pack, detonating at any moment.

“Well, thank you. But we’re late for the reinstatement party, remember? We need to go.” “Fine, fine,” Daniel said, holding his hands up in surrender. “But for the record, I could stand here all night just staring at you.” They walked outside together, and Ariana froze in her tracks. Parked at the curb was a sleek black Tesla, its polished surface gleaming under the streetlights. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Wait… is that a Tesla?” Daniel grinned proudly. “It is. Your ride for the night, baby.” Ariana’s eyes widened. “Daniel! Are you kidding me? You keep surprising me in ways I can’t even imagine.”

One black Range Rover Velar. Three black 2026 Escalade-Vs. Two black Audi e-Tron GTs. Two black Maserati MC20 Cielos. Yes, I know. I didn't expect to be a car person either. But I am. I freaking love cars. But all those cars for what? And then, just when it felt like my excitement and curiosity were going to boil over, bald, hefty men in suits, all tattooed up to their heads, stepped out from the SUVs.

he shouts. “I don’t care,” I say, stepping closer, my voice low and cold. “Now get out, and don’t let me see your face again.” He glances at Helena, clearly intimidated, and nods quickly. “Fine, just don’t cross paths with me again!” He storms out of the store, fuming. Helena and I exchange a look before bursting into laughter. That whole scene is absurd. Finally, we turn to get my car—a sleek, metallic Tesla with an elegant, futuristic design. Its exterior is smooth and streamlined, painted in a rich, deep blue that shimmers under the store lights. I run my hand along the side, feeling the cool metal beneath my fingers.

" 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.

The third, a brute of a man from South Africa whose engine literally rattled the walls from where I stood. But it was the fourth that made my throat tighten. “And finally,” the announcer said, the crowd already rising to their feet, “the man you’ve been waiting for. You know him as the Black King of the Circuit—calm, lethal, untouchable.” My heart sank as the screen overhead lit up, and there he was. Adam Lewiston. Dressed in black, strapped into his machine like a damn monarch of speed. His helmet sat on the passenger seat, and as the camera zoomed in, he turned toward it. Cool and collected. And then—

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.