My Little Black Book Novels & Stories

The Unspeakable casted again the detector. "The black book. The rest is clear." He pointed at a worn leather bound black thin book. The first Unspeakable, who was wearing the blue leather gloves, cautiously picked the thin black book. "'T. M. Riddle'. It seems to be a diary of sorts." She cautiously drops the black diary in the middle of the room, on top of a quickly conjured desk. The other Unspeakable then starts to cast diagnose spells at it. Erik cocks his head to the side and says.

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

I inquired of Ace. "I don't know, but my room is a bit messy," Ace answered my question and sat beside me. "What are your plans? Do you want us to have sex, or do you want us to talk?" Ace asked, and I was curious about what we would do. "I'm not sure, but do you have a board game, like monopoly, chess, or snake ladder?" I inquired of Ace "There you have it; it's a little dusty, but the monopoly board game is in good condition, and it's a limited edition. Here and now edition," Ace stated. And it was a limited edition, a one-of-a-kind board game.

Only me knew what I was talking about. It had been so long as well since I saw Lily smile the way that she did today. Little did she know the many times back at home that I caught her scrambled in her bed in a pool of her own tears. For months, her food was the anti depressants the doctor prescribed for her so she wouldn’t let anything get in the way of her job.

"Yeah, super black. And big too. With tiny Writing lines and it had pictures from the nineties in it." "Oh, no." "What?" "Did anyone see you when you were with it? Please tell me that no one saw you right now, or I swear I'm gonna faint." I said eyes squinted. That was not a scrapbook, she was wrong in that aspect. But was certainly right in the aspect that it was confidential. "I'm not sure. But I am almost sure no one saw me, can you tell me what is going on right now? Is it some sort of 'no touch book'?"

Bingo. It was tucked in the back, nearly forgotten, soft leather worn and cracked at the spine. An old contacts notebook. Her brother still used it,.one of his paranoid habits. No digital footprint, no traceable text. Just names and numbers in his sharp handwriting, organized by territory, by favor, by danger. She flipped through quickly, fingers trembling, heart pounding like it wanted out of her chest. And then she saw it. Lombardi, R. Just an initial and the number burned into the yellowing paper in crisp black ink.

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

The bookstore looked nothing like itself. By noon, the quiet charm of Riverside Books had been overtaken by black posters, soft velvet ropes, and gold-trimmed flyers with the words: “The Black Foundation Gala.” Every surface shined. Lush white orchids spilled from crystal vases. A red carpet covered the entrance. And behind the counter, Lena stood perfectly still—heart pounding as she watched the preparations unfold. He’s really coming. Dominic Black is going to walk through those doors.

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.