Mister Black Book Novels & Stories

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.

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The Black Clan were pretty serious in bringing the whole Authority down and have the world in the palm of their hands. Especially now, that they were down in the last week, no, scratch that. May 4 2011, a few days before the Black Wolf Clan promised return. Ash groaned as he momentarily remembered his last conversation with his boyfriend, where he was apparently persuaded by his lover to have a party for him. 'Darling, so I was thinking. I am fully recovered now. Like Dr. Kelly cleared up my hospital arrest—'

“Ignore him.” “Ohh…” I mutter, turning back away, though my curiosity’s gnawing. “If you’re not a Dreil, then what exactly are you?” The air stills, thickening with this tense silence. But before either of them answers, my phone pings. I glance at it. It's a message from Evelyn. I let it go dark again. Now's not the time for stories. Mr. Black finally breaks the silence, his voice deep as it hums through the room. “His mother’s a Dreil. Her brother, too. So the blood runs in him, but that does not make him one.”

They could use it as a business, but none of them should lay their hands on it in terms of illegal dealings. In his office, in the middle of the calm facade of the outside world, Hideous is reading and signing all the proper documents on his desk. He was interrupted by a knock on his office door, and the door opened as Mr. Park entered. The air of the room shifted as Mr. Park delivered his message, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion. "Sir, there's someone here to see you," Mr. Park announced, his expression grave. "Hmm? Who is it?" Hideous asked as he was still looking for his document, not raising his head and looking at his secretary's expression.

I flip open the first page, quickly scanning through the wordings on the cover. I freeze, my eyes quickly scanning through. "Blackstone. Sending this to you so you can always have the names of all your enemies right beside you. The Familia belongs to you now. Long live Luca Blackstone. Long live our Capo dei Capi. Your best buddy, Ricardo." The book slithers out of my hand and lands on the table with a harsh thud. No! No, it can't be. I know that name, Blackstone. I hate that name.

I entered his office with careful steps, lowering my eyes as though I carried nothing inside me but obedience. He didn’t waste time. Without a word of greeting, he handed me the Living Book. “Ask it where the son of the former Alpha of this pack is,” he said curtly. Just like Zevarion predicted. The game had begun.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

“You'll put that money in my account and moving forward,every dime you're paid,must be given to me.” “Yes, Graylin.” “And what about the things I asked you to find out?” I hesitated,not because I didn't understand his question but because I'd completely forgotten the reason he sent me over to J.B adverts. “There's nothing…yet. Mr. Black's pretty–pretty secretive about his movements.” His jaw ticked as I continued. “No one knows if he's dating someone or…involved in any shady businesses.” “You're his personal assistant, Mazikeen! Monitoring his life is part of the fucking job!”