My Little Black Book Novels & Stories

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

NIKOLAI POV: The bar was the kind of place that cost enough to feel quiet even when it wasn't. Crystal glasses with low lighting. The soft murmur of men who had enough money to speak without raising their voices and knew it. I had been in rooms like this my whole life and had never once found them comfortable. I drank and let everyone else do the talking. My phone sat face-down on my thigh. I had checked it four times in the last hour. Four times and nothing useful — just variations of the same message. My men saying they were unable to trace, routing through multiple servers. No clean source.

The space between us vanished, down to a mere fraction of an inch. But just as my eyelashes began to flutter shut, a sharp flash of artificial white light cut through the dim room. My eyes caught my phone screen lighting up on the piano lid. It was just a generic calendar notification, but the glowing screen was a brutal, icy reminder of the shadows constantly chasing me. In that cold flash of light, reality crashed back into the room like a tidal wave. The signed contract in Mr. Robert’s pocket. The anonymous blackmailer’s text. The stalking photo of Clyde at school.

She said and walked out of the room. It was night and I have a client this night. Mr Lonnie, a manager director in Excellent Limited. I did my ugly makeup has usual, yeah I do heavy makeup so I don't get recognized. Lol. Funny right? Am very beautiful without makeup. I do work at night. I took the Rohypnol also called roofies and put it into my bag then my phone. I wore my black heels and stormed out of the room. I waved my sister bye and took a taxi.

That is what I am starting to believe, and I think Pierce has done so for some time. “Got it?” He pushes off the doorframe, extending his arm out for me to take. “Yep, got it.” “A shoebox with stickers on?” “No, it’s my memory box…with…” I pull the lid off, reaching in for my Mum’s small black leather pocket book. It had every contact, every business deal, every bank account in her name…including every password. “This.” “And what is this?” He asks, sceptical of the small book in my hand.

A thick stack of parenting books sat on top. I glanced over them casually. The titles were: Newborn Parenting Guide The Science of Early Childhood Education A Complete Guide to Pregnancy and Infant Care Damian: Baby, I've been reading these books all day. Damian: What did you do today? That day, I went to the bank. I converted all the money in my accounts into cash. Then I closed every financial account registered under Elena Blackwood's name. From that moment on, there would be no place left in this world that carried my name.

“Why do you have access?” He didn’t answer right away. Just walked in, footsteps echoing. “Because I do,” he said quietly, “Let’s just leave it at that.” Damon stopped at a central table. A thick black leather-bound book rested there. “This,” he said, “is the Black Ledger.” I stepped closer. “What’s in? I’d like to,” I asked. He opened it instead. I barely heard Damon’s voice anymore. My eyes scanned the page, devouring words that felt like they were burning themselves into me.

“Fuck this.” I immediately put on some all-black clothes as if I was an undercover agent and I follow Nat. I had to know why she was lying. It’s not like she never told me about her boyfriends o even friends. She just wouldn’t lie for no reason. If she is? It must be something big.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.