Mister Black Book Novels & Stories

I stared at Adrian, still trying to figure him out. My brain refused to process anything. My room… but not my house. My bed… but not my street. My posters… but definitely not my peeling ceiling. It felt like stepping into a parallel universe sponsored by a billionaire with too much money and absolutely zero boundaries. I slowly turned back to Adrian. He looked annoyingly calm, like people reconstructed entire bedrooms from memory every day. “Mr Blackwell, we are not close enough for me to invite you into my room, right? So how do you know what my room looks like?”

Mister Black was already fed up with Oscar's childish game, so he got up from his seat, ready to carry Cecelia home, but then huge men from nowhere suddenly surrounded him, as if they were aware of his interior motive all along. "I need to pass, leave my way!". Mister Black said with a hoarse voice. "And if we don't, then what are you going to do?". The man in front of Mister Black asked. "Nothing! but I request you leave my front right..........". Mister Black was unable to complete his statement because one of them suddenly attacked him with a knife in his hands. Mister Black started fighting the men surrounding him, and this is what he loves........ which is to shed blood.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

She felt so numb she couldn't be able to move from the bed. ***** “Bastard tells me where are your dogs” Mr. Albert Smith yelled at Mr. Black. He waited for him to come back from Paris, so he could discuss it in person. “What are you talking about,” Mr. Black asked, arching his brow, and locking the door of his office. “Eighty million! It's fucking eighty million” Mr. Smith screamed clenching his hair. “Are you mad? “ Mr. Black responded with a chuckle.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

I could have booked a hotel but then I wouldn't see Mr Black's handsome face, a little bit of puppy eyes and pleading and using family ties to blackmail him I got permission to stay. Of course with strict rules to not wander and also stay away from the masters bedroom and I was doing the exact same opposite. I’m not supposed to be in here and Mr. Black takes his privacy very seriously which is hilarious, considering the more he tells me to stay away the more I'll definitely wander there. "So what secret do you hide Mr black"I say outloud to myself. Careful not to make too much noise, I start opening his drawers. Luckily, Mr. Black isn’t expected home until late so I had the time to wander an

He smiles as he says, “Well, well, ladies. It’s nice to have you.” I hear one of the girls giggle behind me, causing him to smirk. He is handsome, but I don't know how you could giggle at him during a time like this. The man that had been holding our leashes hands them over to the well-dressed man and says, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Black.” He nods as the man walks away, leaving us with him. His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.”

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!

she scoffed and Brooklyn laughed too. "That's weird, Haven't you seen him before?"; "Of course I have." Ida responded. "And you didn't ask him of his name? Isn't that weird?" Ida chuckled, "I asked of his name but that man is weird. He's too mysterious to understand and too complicated. I think he's a pimp, it's just that he seems to have made it from his pimp job plus he once told he works at B corporation too." "Oh! That's weird. So he doesn't live with you?" She asked.