My Black Neighbor Novels & Stories

Mother could see the confusion on my face because the next words she said sent me jumping up from the chair and almost falling face first of the hospital tiled floor. “Don’t be slow Nick, I mean my maiden name is Black, as in the Blacks of Summer Strand.” I couldn’t believe my ears. The Blacks of Summer Strand, a wealthy mafia family that has been there for generations. Why didn’t I know this? Shit! I had always been afraid of the Blacks the most when I did business in Summer Strand.

I nudge the door wider, peeking both ways — left, right — half-expecting him to be lurking out there. Tall, tatted, terrifying. The neighbor who moved in last month, in Apartment 407. The one who looks like he could break spines, cunts, and the fucking planet if he felt like it. I’ve only caught glimpses of him though. Six-foot-seven of bad news wrapped in black leather and tight jeans. His black hair like sin itself, always messy like he just rolled out of some other girl’s bed. Tanned skin stretched over muscles that didn’t just happen by accident.

Carina wanted to stand up but I stopped her. "I'll go get it." I said and she nodded, sitting back down." I walked to the door and opened it. My breath got caught in my throat and I saw the last person I was expecting to see. There he was, standing with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. He was wearing a black singlet with jeans, his hair falling gracefully on his eyebrow. He looked at me, his gaze burning. "Hello, neighbor." I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to register what I was seeing. He was my new neighbor?!

The black market is also in the majority. In every few steps, you could see bare-chested, tattoos, cigarette-chomping men and occasionally you could hear a few curses and profanities. Renea took one step forward, careful with each step, or she would step on the poop of cats or dogs and on the random urination man who came back drunk in the middle of the night. A foul odor surrounded the entire neighborhood. “You brat! How dare you steal money for the family again? See, if I don’t beat you to death!”

between bites. I put my spoon down and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I knew would be an unpleasant conversation. "We're, um... we're invited to the Blackthorn Manor this weekend," I said. That finally got his full attention. He looked up from his plate and fixed me with those cold, calculating eyes. His brows furrowed in clear displeasure. I struggled to maintain eye contact, fighting the urge to look away. "They're having a barbecue party on Sunday night," I explained quickly. "The family next door will be there too. Apparently, it's a neighborhood tradition to strengthen community ties. Mrs. Blackthorn said the new neighbors are expected to attend."

I was in such a good mood that I even hummed a song to myself. Everyone was on the edge of their seats for an even more titillating scene! However, even after a long while, my roommate was still lying on the bed and playing on her phone. "Take it off. Why isn't she going to bed yet?" I grew irritated. Suddenly, she moved, and I excitedly sat up straight. When I saw her take a black metal device from her bag and scan through the room, however, I was a little alarmed. She seemed really experienced. Since she was tall, she held the device up to the smoke alarm.

No matter how much I wanted to avoid him, I couldn’t. Not really. He wasn’t just the guy who made my life miserable at school. He was my neighbor. He lived twenty feet away. Always had. Maybe always would. As if sensing me, he looked up. Our eyes met. For a moment neither of us moved. The teasing wasn’t there. Neither was the cruelty. There was only that same strange look from earlier. Like he was trying to figure something out. I looked away first. Of course I did. I always did.

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

Antonio smiled widely hearing him refer as big man. "Hello I'm Antonio Taylor,this is my sister Natalia and we shifted here last week,we live in the 23rd floor."(I sighed internally,way to go little brother telling the gorgeous stranger everything.What if he is a handsome serial killer?)I mentally rolled my eyes at my own absurdity. "It was nice meeting you both.I live in the 24th floor.So I guess we are neighbours,right Antonio?" "Yes."Antonio beamed at him. We were suddenly interrupted by an elderly man in grey fitted suit.He had a bluetooth connected to his ear.

“ Darkness. He went to the world of darkness. “ What world is this? What you mean? “ I don't know, I never went! Mike is the one who knows, because his girlfriend and a friend are there... I put my hand on my head, getting irritated, it was impressive how different Lucas's kinks were, as if they were several people in one body. Even his manner changed, Mike from yesterday had a more discreet manner, he spoke more slowly, unlike Lucas who spoke quickly and gestured, Betina didn't even speak, she was a woman in a man's body. “ Besides, I don't get along very well with Mike, he always made bad choices! It's because of him that I'm here! “ He rolled his eyes. “ Why did he have to kill that neigh