Elite Four Black Novels & Stories

Nineteen, broke, and utterly at his mercy. Elena, the head of daytime staff, showed her to her quarters on the second floor — a lavish suite with a massive four-poster bed dressed in black silk sheets, a private marble bathroom, a sitting area, and tall windows overlooking the dark grounds. “Mr. Black values discretion above all,” Elena said before leaving. “Keep that in mind.”

Earth. Just when I was ready to give up, I saw another light. Not like the one before.Not like anything I ever saw. It was purple with hues of black and silver. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I felt like it was asking me to touch it. And I tried to. It was calling my name..Evolet...Evolet...Evolet... EVOLET! "Evolet! Evolet, wake up!" I cringed as my parents and brothers worried filled voices were too loud for my pounding head.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

This would help her a lot. Eliana said, "You are tasked to stand on a Ferrari platform. Other people will be responsible for those commonly colored Ferraris like red, yellow, or blue ones. I have asked him to let you stand on an average car. Although there is no shortage of rich people here, it will still not be easy for you to sell a sports car worth over a million dollars! Safety is our priority, thus, let's just forget about that money! You can stand in a spot for an afternoon and rest when you are tired. You don't have to work so hard. What do you think? Would you rather be in a white car or a black car? I will tell him to arrange your spot..." "I will choose the black car then! To keep

He stopped on the passenger side of the Cullinan and looked at it properly, at the exterior and the stance and the way the black sat in the showroom light, deep and decided, not a colour so much as a position. “Westbrook,” he said. “Kane,” Adrian said. They looked at the car between them. “Black Badge,” Elijah said. “Yes,” Adrian said. “Floor model?” “That’s what I was discussing.” Adrian looked at the salesperson beside him. “I need it in two weeks.” “Same timeline,” Elijah said. The salesperson looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at the salesperson. Something passed between them that required no words. “Are you both interested in this specific unit?” Daniel said carefully.

Eric began to address the Phoenix Mafia and Yvonne “First off, Jim. I heard from Mr. Smith you used to be Mr. Quinton’s right-hand man; I also hear you love the classics. Therefore, I recommend an updated version of the Ford Mustang. The gray-coloured Mustang in my showroom should suit your taste just fine.” “Ivy, you are the team’s tech expert. Mr. Smith said you once called yourself the female ‘Tony Stark’. How fitting, then, that I can pass the keys of the black, electric Audi R8 to you in a short moment.”

Emily stood frozen, her mind racing with questions. Wasn't this just a fake contract? Why the "Mrs. Cole" title? she wondered. Before she could gather her thoughts, a sleek black Range Rover L460 pulled up. Its gloss black exterior finish left Emily breathless. Leo, the driver, stepped out and opened the passenger door with a courteous gesture. "Please," he said, his expression patient. Emily hesitated for a minute before sliding into the luxurious interior. The premium black leather enveloped her, and the 13.1-inch touchscreen caught her eye.

“I’ll take your silence for a yes.” My eyes fly open. “Wait, what—?” “We don’t have time to waste. We need to get you ready.” Before I can protest, he’s already tugging me out of the living room. I barely manage to grab my coat. And then we’re outside. The garage opens, revealing cars I’ve only seen in movies. Sleek curves, deep luxury tones—black, silver, rich emerald. I stop cold, jaw hanging open. He gestures toward one. A matte black Bentley. Classic, bold.