Lent Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

She always responded with a smile, watching us joke around with whatever she thought. Had she known? Night fell, and the sound of the roaring wind crawled into my ears. I opened my eyes, rolling lazily off the bed. The room was dark, but I could see perfectly like it was day. "Emily…" a masculine voice reached out to me. I searched the room with my eyes, the sight of a black-covered book coursing through. I could remember the book from the hospital desk but I hadn’t brought it home. How did it get here? The book looked disheveled, big, and had a strange inscription on it. I didn't remember buying such a book, nor had I seen it in Dad's hands.

Ernest chuckled. "I've never had a book thrown at my face." Ernest said. "I had." "Really? Why?" He asked curiously. "Well many would say it was because I was near white kids when I shouldn't be. Others would say it's because I didn't belong there at the time. Some people would even say they were afraid their kids would catch my melanin and turn stupid, but in short, because I'm black." Ernest got quiet and felt tense hearing her talk about this.

And something was on the floor beside the bed. A folded piece of paper. Daniel spotted it too and froze. Lena’s heartbeat jumped. She leaned down slowly… and picked it up. Her hands trembled as she unfolded it. Daniel hovered beside her. Inside, written in small, hurried handwriting… were names. A list of people inside the Blackwood mansion. Some marked with red ink. Some circled. Some crossed out. Lena’s eyes dropped to the last name on the list. Her heart stopped. Underlined twice.

The space between us vanished, down to a mere fraction of an inch. But just as my eyelashes began to flutter shut, a sharp flash of artificial white light cut through the dim room. My eyes caught my phone screen lighting up on the piano lid. It was just a generic calendar notification, but the glowing screen was a brutal, icy reminder of the shadows constantly chasing me. In that cold flash of light, reality crashed back into the room like a tidal wave. The signed contract in Mr. Robert’s pocket. The anonymous blackmailer’s text. The stalking photo of Clyde at school.

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.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Bingo. It was tucked in the back, nearly forgotten, soft leather worn and cracked at the spine. An old contacts notebook. Her brother still used it,.one of his paranoid habits. No digital footprint, no traceable text. Just names and numbers in his sharp handwriting, organized by territory, by favor, by danger. She flipped through quickly, fingers trembling, heart pounding like it wanted out of her chest. And then she saw it. Lombardi, R. Just an initial and the number burned into the yellowing paper in crisp black ink.