Novel & Cerita Ladies In Black Book

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

Ethan Blackwood, 38-year-old CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, ran his empire with an iron fist. Cold, commanding, and devastatingly handsome with sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and piercing gray eyes. He had a strict no-fraternization policy—until Lila walked into his life. Lila was 26, hired as his new executive assistant. Smart, ambitious, with long legs, a tight ass, and full breasts that strained against her professional blouses. She wore pencil skirts that hugged her curves and heels that clicked with confidence. From day one, she tested him.

The room was the full hight of the building filled with dark wood and cream walls and a deep red carpet, with a staircase and balcony’s that ran along each wall, there had to be hundreds of thousands of books, I expected it actually rivalled that of the main library’s. “What are we doing?” I asked my quiet voice carrying in the open room. “We have a different set of records here than Michelle has access to, A lot of this is records kept by past Alphas of Blackrock. I recognise the names of the Alpha sisters. I just have a hunch.” He muttered somewhat answering my question but also seemingly talking to himself s he climbed as set of stairs and scanned the closest shelves for something in part

Black walked in with a slight grin on his face that sparked Max's interest in what he had to say. "We found her." The statement brought ripples of excitement dancing through him. "Where's she?" Black dropped his phone on the mahogany table that stretched over him. On the phone was a video of a woman dancing and twisting her waist happily. Lady Mystery. He had gotten her. His gaze remained transfixed on the video as if he was staring at a rare gemstone, unable to look away. It felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Seeing her smile for the first time, it was as if he had discovered a hidden treasure. He never expected the stern-looking lady could move like a whirlwind to the rhythm o

In a room elegantly adorned with a sophisticated blend of purple, black, and white, two women were engaged in a heated conversation. One, with disheveled black hair, was sprawled across the bed, occasionally sitting up to speak with her companion. The other, a blonde, had her hair neatly pinned back, allowing her to apply makeup with precision. "So, you just left without saying anything?" Emily, the black-haired woman, exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief. Sitting upright on the bed, Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Amelia serious? She stared at her friend, whose irritated expression spoke volumes.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

Straight forward ladies sprinted to get to him first, thrusting their bosom to flaunt their curves. Whether Icen Clayton Blackstone was too stupid to notice or too uninterested to care, he walked past the sea of beautiful ladies all vying for his attention. Ember heard as a dozen hearts cracked as it fell to the floor, adding to the long number of rejected women in his list. “Happy Birthday Mr. Blackstone!”

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.