Mha Black Novels & Stories

As I stride through the trees and into full view of the house, the front door opens, and Black steps out. He looks like everything an Alpha should be. Tall, square-jawed, with cropped dark hair and penetrating dark blue eyes. Broad shoulders and a frame packed with muscle. His shirt strains around his upper arms and across his chest, even with the top buttons undone. His jeans are probably loose enough to move easily in, but that doesn’t stop them showing off his equally muscular thighs. He reminds me of my father. Right down to his expression of arrogant superiority. Pack links are supposed to be only words, but somehow Sarah, Shelley, Jade, Tala and Mary manage to send me the image of them

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

“Look.” Mia stared at the ruined thing in the mirror. Heavy udders swinging with thick rings and bells. The angry red brand on her ass. The long black tail hanging between her legs. Steel rings glinting on her puffy, dripping cunt. The heavy bit stretching her mouth into that dumb, drooling pony grin. Her eyes looked dead. No more failed jockey. Just meat. Damien stood behind her, mauling her tits, pinching the fresh nipple rings. “You’re not Mia Torres anymore. That bitch is dead. You’re Black’s Prize now. My best pony. Say it.”

“Stick the kettle on then Chelsea because I really want to know what the fuck you are playing at?” “Biscuit?” I pushed the plate of cracked cookies over the table towards him. It was a lame thing to do but the longer I could postpone this conversation the better. I needed to think of a plausible excuse as to why Wicked had just been seen leaving my house. And so far I was coming up blank. “Sit your ass down, Chelsea.” Young Blood had flung his legs out just like Wicked had done. They were, all the same, the men of the Black Aces. They all thought they could boss me around.

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

As I was walking on road trying to get transport, I noticed a black car following me slowly, I quicken my steps trying to shake them off but they still maintained their course on me, This car following me must be Chief Akanga! Luckily, I saw a taxi and boarded and asked him to drive fast to the police station which he gladly did after I dropped 2k on his laps, Before long, we soon arrived there but despite how fast we went, the black car followed, as we reached the police station, they parked a safe distance not to attract attention.

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

Bethany, Xavier, Mr Torres, Stacy, Jason and Blaze all had beautiful smiles on their faces but as you know happiness can disappear in a flick of your fingers. The door came down to reveal a lady, standing with a sinister grin, dressed in fitted leather black trousers with black sneakers. She had different piercing filled with black studs and dangling earrings. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, with dark shades shoved into the upper part. Her black huge leather jacket sat upon a black crop top. Everything on her was as black as the devil's soul. "Rich!" She called happily "Mom...?" Stacy dropped her fork and her jaw dropped. "Witch?" Blaze's eyes dilated, she couldn't believe the view in fro

said Mya. Gloria smiled but did not comment further. Adrian asked, “What’s the story with that Barryl guy outside?” Mya answered, “He’s a mob boss under Black Mamba that’s involved in illegal businesses. I looked into Black Mamba and found that they have more than three thousand members, and they’re all well-equipped. And now that you’ve killed Barryl, I don’t think it’ll be long before they encircle this place. We have to leave before they get here.”

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.