Michael Ian Black Book Novels & Stories

I had just realized I've had so much to bare and the only way I had to forget I had such problems was to block everything out and get it out unknowingly to anyone around me. "I'm so sorry, honey." Shamali soothed. Ian just rubbed circles with his thumb on my shoulder, comfortably seated on the armrest. "So, anyway-if my parents, by any chance, come looking for me here, please call me. Here's my number." I said, handing Ian the card. I stood up, completely forgetting the glass in my hand and it slipped just as Ian received the card. The glass broke, spilling its contest all around the floor. Thank God it wasn't carpeted.

“Alright, let’s get to work. You all know what you have to do.” “Caius there is one more thing I’d like to talk to you about,” Balric said. Though I didn’t say it, I knew he would understand I meant alone. Desi gave him a suspicious look to which he returned with a smirk, telling her it was nothing for her to worry about. Especially since Balric knew how she’d react if she knew. He closed the door behind the ladies as they left. “I would like to question Ian. We’ve never really asked how he got the black book and back then it wasn’t important, but now it could help us learn more about what’s going on.”

His handshake was business like, firm. We pulled back after a few seconds. I’d done a good thing, those people would have their lives back, a way to sustain themselves, so why did my knees shake as I turned to leave. “What are you gonna do, write it down in your little black book of debts?” I asked flippantly “Why black?” I shot him a look over my shoulder and did he look lightly pleased with himself? “Seems devilish and something you would do” Ian chuckled darkly, “Then I better get one to begin, I liked the idea already”

I heard a scoff, and I had some trouble trying to figure out who it was from. “I’m sure you’re not happy about that,” Mr. Blackwood continued, “but it is what it is.” I felt Christian turn. “I may have lied to you, grandfather, but I’m not shrewd enough to wish death on Michael. I only want him to answer for all the bad deeds he committed.” Another scoff, this time I was sure who it was from. “The only thing that’ll happen to Michael is that he’ll become the president of Blackwood Air and Hotel, taking over from you.”

He hung there, suspended upside down over the inferno of the foyer, his face inches from the rising flames. “Victoria! Help me!” he screamed, his voice once again that of a terrified child. I hung from the tapestry, my muscles screaming, watching him dangle. I could see Zander below, moving through the smoke, his gun raised. But then, I saw something else. Behind Daniel, in the shadows of the nursery wing that hadn’t yet been touched by the fire, a door opened. It wasn’t a guard. It wasn’t the police. It was Michael Blackwood. He was holding a small, leather-bound book—the original Vermon ledger. He looked at his son hanging over the fire, and then he looked at me.

Alora screamed as she rushed toward Ralph like a madwoman. I kicked her away. “How dare you, Yvonne Caine?! He’s just a black wolf. How could you bear to strike your own sister over him?” Mother held Alora protectively in her arms while glaring at me with open hostility.

"How does he know?" "I don't know lets go and take a look." we both went out and saw Alexis holding the newspaper. I asked him to give it to me and he did. It was there right on the front page with a photo of Sean. Mr. Blackwood revealed at the masquerade event. After five years of hide and seek the world got to know the real Mr. Blackwood, a.k.a Sean Murphy Blackwood, Italian 30 year old business man. There are rumors he belonged to the de Mario mafia who are in jail right now.....

Looking around he didn't spot Michael and started to make his way towards the smell of his scent and found him in the section of ancient tribal folklore section. Michael was sitting on the study table near the huge window with a cup full of tea which has turned cold. Standing a bit far Leonidas noticed as Michael flipped through the thick pages of the old book before closing it and pulling the other from the bundle of the books beside him. " What are you looking for?" Echoed Leonidas's voice through the library as he made his way towards Michael and sat in front of him. " Your Highness" greeted Michael looking at Leonidas who sat in front of him as he pulled the book that Michael just closed

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.