Kelly Black Book Novels & Stories

Sean smiled politely as he slid a book across the table. Mr. Kyle merely glanced at it. He immediately understood that something was hidden inside. Without opening it, he handed the book to one of his bodyguards and said calmly, "Since Mr. Mercer is so determined to acquire Lancaster Group... I suppose I shouldn't stand in your way." "Thank you, Mr. Kyle." Kyle took another slow puff of his cigar. "I've only recently arrived in Kingsland, so I'm not very familiar with the area. But I heard you own the Black Forest Club. I'd like to pay it a visit."

Panic set in as she stumbled to her cloak, patting it down twice with trembling hands before realizing the book was missing. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Evee composed herself and stepped out into the corridor. The noise grew louder, chaotic voices merging into an unintelligible roar. As she emerged into the open, her heart sank. A mob had gathered, their anger palpable, faces twisted with rage and betrayal. At the forefront stood Justina, gripping the book high above her head like a trophy. By their reactions, it was clear they had some idea of the book’s contents.

This time, he came to destroy. --- It started with a headline. Killian had just stepped into the entrance of the shelter when he heard the buzz — biting whispers, horrified gasps. Janine rushed to him, phone outstretched, her face pale. "You need to see this," she whispered, shaking. Killian took the phone. The article stared back at him, the bold letters screaming: **"Blackwood's Dirty Secrets: From Criminal Empire to Philanthropist Fraud"** He read the words once. Then again. And again.

said Agent A. “You’re so mean to Black 01,” Agent P scolded Agent A. “Fine, I’ll go home. Better not to hang around with the deprived. I’m leaving now, C. Don’t worry, we’ve already extracted Karolina. She’s being treated outside. And about the black book—keep it hidden. Only you and I know about it. Go see your parents now,” Agent A said weakly. I stared at her, confused. “How do you know?” I asked.

Like a second heartbeat under my skin, made of sparks and secrets. Then I looked down. My backpack was beside the bed. Open. Inside, the grand sum of my new life: – Three pieces of clothing (all black, because apparently I’m in mourning) – One toothbrush (yay hygiene?) – A half-used tube of toothpaste – And two undies. Because Goddess forbid I be cursed and commando. I exhaled through my nose, equal parts laugh and sob. This was it. This was my life now. Kyla Black.

The engine purred back to life. “Alright, since you’re being all secretive, I get DJ rights,” Calla announced, reaching forward. “Wait, you can't listen to my album–" Too late. She tapped play, and the familiar beat of his own album filled the car. Calla gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You actually drive around listening to centuries old music Killian Black.?!” Killian’s ears turned pink. “It’s not like that.” “Uh-huh.” She smirked and leaned back, waving her hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have found the narcissist of the century.”

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

"Really? Wow. Kelly is so mature." "Yeah, she is," I said. "I mean, she seems to be. Except that her reply got me thinking about a few things. So I did a little digging." "And?" Asher prompted. "Guess what I found out." "Come on, stop with the guessing games," Asher said. "Just tell me." I took a breath. "Kelly is Sexy Red." There was a long pause. "I'm sorry, what?" Asher said. "Did you just say..."

The bookstore looked nothing like itself. By noon, the quiet charm of Riverside Books had been overtaken by black posters, soft velvet ropes, and gold-trimmed flyers with the words: “The Black Foundation Gala.” Every surface shined. Lush white orchids spilled from crystal vases. A red carpet covered the entrance. And behind the counter, Lena stood perfectly still—heart pounding as she watched the preparations unfold. He’s really coming. Dominic Black is going to walk through those doors.

“Get up.” Black stood up and turned to face Kelley. Remorse shone in his eyes and Kelley looked at the man who had worked for him for three years. Black was good at his job, extremely good and he’d saved Kelley’s life once so his betrayal was a bitter pill. “You’re going to tell me everything Charles is planning. Every last detail, do you hear me?” “Yes, Sir.” “Report to the basement, Black.” Black turned and walked into the house, leaving the front door open. Kelley followed close behind him and watched as he turned into the kitchen and opened the door for the basement. He pressed the number nine on his phone and within a minute Connor ran into the foyer.