Lent Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Still, I stepped inside. The room was small—dusty and untouched. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the musty scent of old wood and forgotten things filled my lungs. In the corner sat a table, draped with a torn lace cloth. On it lay a book, thick and dark, like it had been waiting centuries for me. I approached slowly. The moment I touched it, a cold jolt ran through my fingers. “Anindya Eleanor Blackwell – 1893.” The name was etched into the leather cover.

he said, jumping off and out of view down the hallway. I let him. Later in the evening, after Charles had finally come down from his sugar high and several games of Galaxy Blasters, I sat down on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand. Ding. A text. You are cordially invited to Black Enterprises' Annual Corporate Gala. Attendance is mandatory. —K. Black "Of course," I muttered. I picked up my phone and scrolled to the encrypted number labeled "Librarian." I keyed in CALL. One. Two.

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

At last, he said in a low, detached voice, "Winnie Leigh." That had been the first time I heard the name, and it became the nightmare I would never escape. From then on, no matter how soft his words or how kind his gestures, the image of him staring at that photo in the study lingered in my mind. It held a tenderness he'd never once shown me. Lily asked nothing more. In a careful voice, she promised to prepare the divorce agreement for me. When I ended the call, I drew in a long breath. This time, I wouldn't foolishly wait for Tristan to open his heart to me.

Something wasn’t right and I needed to set the records straight. “Find out where Luca’s spends his free time,” I ordered in a hushed voice. I couldn’t tell who the mole was amongst us and I needed to be subtle about everything. Couldn’t risk alarming the enemy. Lorenzo arched his brow, scratching the back of his head. “Why? Are you suspicious of him?” He blurted out with a puzzled expression.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

I had spent hours scrolling through her profiles. Leticia was a dazzling lifestyle and fashion star, practically a celebrity. Her face graced magazine covers, her skin glowing like smooth butter, always soft, supple, and seemingly untouched by time. She had this radiant, ageless beauty that made her stand out. I would never confess to Jo or anybody that I made fake social media accounts just to keep tabs on Leticia’s posts. Nope, that secret was staying locked away, never to be shared with anyone. “Leti’s here,” Jo muttered beside me, his voice dripping with irritation.

"What's so important about this book? Why does everyone want it so much? Is the story really that great?" "Because it wasn't supposed to exist," Blair said through clenched teeth. She took a deep breath and reeled herself in a little. "It's Thomas' ledger. He's been keeping tabs on what Sonny buys, making his own blackmail. I need that book!" That was interesting. Very interesting. Blair turned and paced. Lumen's gaze went to the back pocket of Blair's shorts and the cell phone dangerously close to falling out of her pocket. As a kid Lumen had gotten fairly good at pilfering from her father's pockets and hiding the car keys in a poor attempt at keeping her family together and her father fait

The rain had subsided a little, but still not stopped and I wanted to keep my semi-dry condition. Answer a call, hold your cell phone to your ear. "Hi Eve." “Oh god, Grace, Grace, Grace! You will never guess what happened to me today! " I leaned against the cold stone facade. "Your chips are running low and they were sold out in the supermarket?" "What? No! I smoked out a Nest Minors today! " I made a face. I hated those little critters. These little rat-like descendants were the relatively harmless proles there were, but if you found them in whole nests, you could get into a lot of trouble.

“Lena Blackwood just posted on I*******m.” My entire body went still. “What?” “Lena Blackwood.” For a second, I couldn't breathe I quickly pulled out my own phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts as I searched for the account. There it was. Lena Blackwood. A post from only a few minutes ago. A picture. Just a simple picture. Nothing extravagant. Her face was turned slightly to the side, her hair falling naturally around her shoulders. No heavy makeup.No elaborate styling. Nothing.