Novel & Cerita Famous Black Book Authors

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

Dante took a deep breath as he spoke again, "I need Kennedy Strauss' black book." Although Celeste and Leto never saw the content of the black book that Kennedy Strauss treated like a priceless treasure, they had the feeling that the black book might contain some information that was only known to Kennedy Strauss. But they didn't know Dante had been eyeing the black book. "I can get the book," Celeste said. "But I need your words that you would keep quiet about this whole thing." "Killing you would be easier," Leto said instead. Dante smiled at them. "What makes you think it's easy to kill me?"

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

Her colleagues were excitedly discussing the special guest at the launch, one name stood out in particular - Alexander Black. Alexander Black, the name stirred a series of ripples in Alicia's mind. The young and capable head of the Black family, a rising star in the business world. Alicia was not unfamiliar with the name, in fact, in the business world, few people were unfamiliar with it. She closed her eyes, images of various rumors about Alexander Black floated in her mind. Some said he was ruthless in his business dealings, able to stand tall in the fiercest of business battles. She recalled having seen him from a distance at a business cocktail party, the tall, elegant young man with a p

The books in the library were arranged in chronological order not by first letters but by the names of the author. I had already passed through shelves that contained books written by: Agroe Goldvick, Bohman AshSilver, Crowen FangHue and so forth, but I found nothing useful. All these authors were prominent writers of werewolf folklore and history. “How could they not have any idea on the Death's Eclipse?” I asked myself. I decided to check the 19th shelf, for books by Sable Stormbringer. Although Sable newly came into the scene as a writer around three years ago. He has written more on Draven than any other author has, which makes one wonder why Sable Stormbringer has chosen to remain an an

-SHAUN- The conversation was getting so, so interesting since Kai was here. And this guy, Luke what took you so long. "Searching--- Behind the shadows---Change is possible" as Kai read the titles of the books one by one, the books that have has been displayed on the table between us. "Finding God and finally Sorrow --- all written by Jeremy Gloss himself," he finished with a smile as he glanced back to meet my threatening gaze. "You had these, huh. Sadly, the author died before these fictitious books were known to the world." Kai added.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.