Mister Black Book Novels & Stories

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

He pulled out. "What do you say, Becca?" It was torture. He was manipulative of the fact I loved what he was doing and he was taking that as his advantage. He was a Mafia after all. I had judged him way too quick. Maybe his laid back character was to keep him off the charts, off the impression he was a gang member. "I said I can't, Brent," I insisted. "The only reason why Dan is not getting rid of your friend, Jeremy, is because this bistro is his source of money. Drugs," he let on, hands settling on my breasts.

Swiping the key at the door, I entered the room and my eyes fell on a lean figure standing near the bed with his back to us. “Well, well, looks like you’re paid higher than you look worthy of,” I mocked, and he immediately turned around at the sound of my voice. Fear was instilled in his eyes, and he gulped. “Or do you blackmail people to get their money and book hotels where you fuck the women you can’t have?”

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

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He didn’t like leaving Annie but he didn’t want to make her feel like shit. Annalise sighed and shook her head before wheeling herself to Mr. Black’s cubical. As soon as Mr. Black saw Annalise enter, he quickly shot up from his seat and walked up to her. Mr. Black was a man in his mid-fifties. His hair grey shined and he wore golden rimmed spectacles. His stomach bulged out of his body and he was a short man. “You must be Annalise. Mila had informed me about your arrival.” He said and guided her to his table and over a chair to make some space for her.

And turned on. “You sure about this?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. She licked her lips. “No. But I want it.” The door opened before she could knock again. Mr. Black stood there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the ink on his chest. His eyes dragged over her, then over Miles. “Well,” he said, lips curling. “Look who decided to play.” They stepped inside. The door shut behind them. Loud. Final. “Strip,” Mr. Black said, voice calm. “Both of you.”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.