Lent Little Black Book Novels & Stories

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.

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

life beckoned. As I walked back to my apartment, carrying my laundry bag, I passed a newsstand. A glossy business magazine caught my eye. Lucian was on the cover. The headline read: THE BLACKWOOD BLACKOUT: INSIDE THE RAPID DECONSTRUCTION OF A BILLION-DOLLAR LEGACY.

By the time Thursday rolled around, Lena had almost convinced herself she was surviving billionaire life. She hadn’t been fired. She hadn’t set the building on fire. She only accidentally forwarded one confidential file to an intern, which Rafael had laughed off—barely. Then came the invitation. Not an email. Not a calendar ping. A sleek, black envelope on her desk, sealed with a gold wax stamp. Blackthorne Enterprises Gala. Location: The Elysian Hotel Rooftop.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

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.

Julian Blackwood. He stood just within the doorway, silent and imposing as a statue carved in marble. The soft yellow glow of the bookstore warmth mingled against sharply defined edges on his impeccably tailored charcoal coat. His topcoat spread only a quarter-inch behind him, a hint of movement, but all else was unyielding. Guarded. Frosty. Lena's hands froze over the cover of a book. Her breath was caught, though, only for a moment. Then she smiled routinely—the kind she'd practiced years earlier.

The notebook had been lying on the nightstand, and curiosity had gotten the better of her. She'd tried to sneakily read it hoping it was a diary Ariana wrote secrets in but her best friend had walked into the room and caught her red-handed. “Give that back!” Ariana had laughed, snatching the notebook from Lena’s hands before she could open it. “That’s not my diary, you nosy bitch.” Lena grinned, pretending to be innocent. “What is it then? A sex schedule book?” “ Arggghh you dirty minded girl! It’s just a contact book. I write down people’s numbers in case I lose my phone or something. I’m paranoid about losing important contacts, okay? I wouldn’t leave it lying here if I had entries of secr

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Lilly was quiet for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "You read the foundation's annual reports in two days," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm fast," Lena said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You found a legal precedent in forty minutes." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Forty-three." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The corner of Lilly's mouth moved. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm beginning to understand," she said, "why my grandson saved your phone number in a library."