My Black Neighbor Novels & Stories

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

“You think?” “Yes,” she hissed, reaching out to grab my hand in order to get my attention. “I knew it’d be a bad idea to come here. I’ve never seen any black people in this neighborhood when I’ve driven by before. I don’t belong here. Dammit, Colton, please stop looking at them.”

He step inside and another person showed up, it surprised me a little it was my hot neighbor, Isaac. “Good morning Bettany”. Isaac greeted me with a smile “Good morning”, I shyly greeted back. I didn’t expect I will bump into him again this morning. “Are you heading to work? He asked plastering his full smile. “Yes, I’m on my way”, he has these perfect white pearl teeth that showed when he smiled, what an amazing morning I thought. “Are you heading somewhere? I asked him. “I’m heading to work as well and this is my assistant Jeff he just arrived yesterday night”, Jeff this is Ms. Bettany Wright my neighbor”. He introduced.

“I don’t like being woken up at midnight over something stupid, and then being insulted. So, please, save your apologies and don’t bother me.” I opened my mouth, but the indignation stunned me, and I took a moment to find a response. “Neighbor?” I repeated, incredulously. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re my neighbor. And I’m not interested in having unnecessary conversations with you.” I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. Because it’s completely unnecessary to act like a decent person and accept an apology.” He shot me a quick look, raising an eyebrow. “And now I’m the rude one?”

he’d even won awards for it in most eligible bachelor magazines. Sure, I moved in after him, but Becks should’ve said something if there were any neighbors—especially not one with the last name Onyx. I remember that unit being dark and locked up for weeks. So either someone lied… or Malcolm knew exactly who he’d be living opposite. I didn’t want to be dramatic, but none of this was sitting right. Suddenly the distinct memory of a black Mercedes racing out of the gravestone parking lot flashed past my eyes and I palmed my head.

What happened last Friday night, and what’s about to happen tonight, still makes me torn between wanting to cum in my pants or puke from the knot in my gut. We had just moved into this neighborhood two weeks ago. The place was a little run down, but the economy had crushed us. My job was shaky, Marina had lost hers, and we couldn’t afford our old mortgage. Bankruptcy and foreclosure left us with no choice. Not long after we settled in, we met our neighbors. Malik and Devonte, two young Black men in their early twenties. One afternoon, Marina was mowing the yard in short cutoffs, her pale ass cheeks practically spilling out, when Malik came over to introduce himself. He was tall, 6’2”, about

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble. The neighbors had gathered round, encircling me with broken pipes and steel bars. They were scared of me, of my very existence. "You witch." A black lady ran forward, swinging her pipe towards me. My hands moved, catching it before it could trample over my head. "That proves it, she's a Witch." She staggered back, the men moving forward in an attempt to hold me down. "Trust me. I'm not a Witch, I'm a human like everyone here." I said.