Mister Black Book Novels & Stories

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

I share a knowing look with Tammy before I respond. “Fine, just fine, sir.” He nods his head as he stands to walk around his desk. “Ladies, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” He stands next to the man in the leather chair, who remained sitting. Okay, rude. “This here is Mr. Black. It’s his nephew that you will be helping.” I shift my eyes over to him and see judgement in his pale blue eyes. Instantly, my skin crawls and I get an unsettling vibe from him. It’s so bad, I can feel Mystic come forward and peer through to see for herself.

Black is a person who gets very angry when someone touches his things and now I see why, dirty millionaire thief and mobster! Then I retire by locking the office, turning off all the lights and getting into the taxi that I ordered online, greeting the doorman before leaving with my heart in a fist. Carrying a secret that jeopardizes my life and the company. And Black's own head. With that information, only one thing is clear to me. It's him or me...

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

You can message me via my social media accounts and we can be friends there. F******k Account: Ben Miguel Agustin I*******m Account: @yuuji_sukunarts Email Address: tanjiroalvez@g***l.com Thank you again for reading this story. Thank you also to GoodNovel for giving me the opportunity to share my craft to you. And above all, I thank God for giving me the wisdom, strength and courage to finish this story. All glory to Him. I am closing this story but will be writing the volume 2 next year. Please be informed that this is the first installment of my series titled, “Black Zodiac series.” Thank you and sending lots of love. Yours truly, Tan Jiro Alvez

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.

Nobody moved. Thorne stayed frozen at the terminal with his hand hovering over the primary interlock, while Seven kept her eyes fixed on Arthur Sterling, whose mocking smile had slowly begun to sour into an uneasy frown. Maya reached into the leather drawer of the central desk and pulled out a single sheet of heavy carbon paper. This wasn't a digital contract that could be deleted with an encryption key; it was a physical default token, stamped with the red wax seal of The Nemesis Ledger at the top and bearing the empty signature lines at the bottom that would legally strip the Blackwood family of their last remaining sovereign identity on the continent.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

Mia teased. Gabrielle smirked at me in the mirror, almost like she knew something. Mia and Charlotte both smiled at each other and then looked at me smiling. I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on the road. I looked in my mirror to see if Vincenzo was following us. He was in a black maserati.

Soon as they were in, they told the driver to drive. Looking at the back Vanessa saw that the guy had a black car. Of all car colors why the hell does it have to be black. “Maybe he is just one of your stalker or something. You’re a model after all!” Stella tries not to panic but her voice tells you she is. “I don’t know but I never noticed that guy until now. I never had stalkers! I am not that famous, Stella!” That leads her to wonder if Andrea had known about Casper. If that guy was following her, then that guy knows where her son is. She had to clutched on to her chest. It hurts really bad to think Casper is in danger again.