My Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Blackwood. TBC!!

"It's funny that this deal was the same deal you offered to Sandy, you sent her to kill me in exchange for whatever nonsense you were blackmailing her with. Did you think she wouldn't tell me?" "Does it look like I care if she told you?" Alex smirked. He had tasked Sandy to get Keir and find out some information about the company's shares and how things were done in the company but the idiot went ahead to fall in love with Keir and decided to opt out of the plan. It was a good thing he had some interesting information about her past, he had blackmailed her with it, he thought she was going to be able to execute the plan perfectly when she started giving him valuable information about the com

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.”

"Get back here!" I ducked into a room and slammed the door behind me, locking it with trembling hands. My breath came in fast gasps. I backed away slowly. The room was some kind of lounge, bookshelves or an old fireplace, and leather chairs. What the hell is this place? No windows, one way in one way out. "Dove think," I whispered, looking around. Am not sure am I know what am looking for exactly. Then I spotted a heavy poker beside the fireplace.

My heart skipped a beat, and I dashed out the door, not even bothering with shoes. I searched frantically, calling their names as I went. I was about to check the study when I caught sight of them. They were huddled around something glittering, chewing with determination. "It's so tough!" "Mommy said chewing on hard stuff is good for our teeth..." It hit me then what they were destroying. It was Ethan's prized family diamond, usually kept safe in the study's display case. Even the butler would not dare lay a finger on it, yet there it was, covered in drool and scratches!

doing her homework. In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text. I typed in the password. Lana. The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision. The Black Ledger.

the woman murmured, with the faint pity usually reserved for people about to be fired. Lola inhaled once. Then knocked. “Come in.” His voice was calm. Controlled and like nothing unusual had happened that morning. Like he hadn’t grabbed her waist and rewritten her life before breakfast. She stepped inside. The office was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A desk that could double as a small aircraft runway. Bookshelves lined with hardcovers that looked read, not decorative. Adrian Blackwood stared back at her from at least six magazine covers lining the far wall. Younger in some. Sharper in all. Always unsmiling.

Lilith tapped her fingers on the table like she was waiting for a reason to act. But Ophelia had made her choice. “She’s not here to apologize,” Ophelia said. “She’s here to help.” Kai frowned. “How do we know she’s not playing you?” Elara met his eyes. “Because I know the layout of every Velgrave blacksite still in operation.” Silence. She slid a data chip across the table. “Their labs, their underground chambers, their sleeper cells — I have it all. And I want them burned.”

A black book. It lists the judges. The politicians. The police. If you take it, you own the city. If you take it, they will hunt you to the ends of the earth. I stare at the words. I didn't see a black book. I saw cash. I saw the Greco file. I must have missed it in the panic. I close the diary. I don't need the black book. I have something better. I have the truth. I take a piece of paper. I take a pen.

A small black box with a shiny diamond inside. My breath left me. Just like that. Completely.