Mister Black Book Novels & Stories

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

The starch of his shirt was rubbing against the dark, distinct bruises on his hips—a constant, throbbing reminder of the authority he had surrendered in the dark room. He reached down, pulling the confidential dossier on Blackwood Innovations from beneath the port blueprints. The file was empty of photographs; the firm’s leader, Damien Blackwood, was a ghost who operated through European proxies and midnight acquisitions. Elias stared at the name—*Damien*—his mind spinning into a chaotic labyrinth of suspense. He didn't know if the man with the brass key was Damien Blackwood, or if he was an underwriter working for Victor's own team. He didn't know if the stranger was an enemy trying to ruin

The room was the full hight of the building filled with dark wood and cream walls and a deep red carpet, with a staircase and balcony’s that ran along each wall, there had to be hundreds of thousands of books, I expected it actually rivalled that of the main library’s. “What are we doing?” I asked my quiet voice carrying in the open room. “We have a different set of records here than Michelle has access to, A lot of this is records kept by past Alphas of Blackrock. I recognise the names of the Alpha sisters. I just have a hunch.” He muttered somewhat answering my question but also seemingly talking to himself s he climbed as set of stairs and scanned the closest shelves for something in part

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

Mr. Park's face sent a shiver down the spines of the other secretaries in the secretarial department. They have not yet seen Mr. Park in that dark face, and they know that something might have happened, and this is most likely related to the Montenegro family. That's right, whenever Mr. Park deals with other business, no matter how bad it is, he still has this calm and warm face. However, right now, he has a scary face that makes them shiver.

Rough edges, a coat that had seen better days, a stare that had seen worse. "Mr. Dankworth," he greeted, voice low, eyes scanning the office like he already knew where my safes were. "You want answers that never made it into files." I leaned forward, lacing my fingers. "I want to know what really happened the night Mister Pitman died. He was with a woman. Jana Kramer's mother. Records say she vanished. If she died with him, where's her body? And why did the Pitmans keep his death out of the public eye for months?"

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.