My Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Blаkе fucking Andеrѕоn аnd his lіttlе gіrlfrіеnd are going to hаvе no idea what’s hit thеm. “Tеll me whаt уоu knоw about Blаkе and Nеоn Lips,” I аѕk. I рull my laptop from mу bag. I’m ready tо tаkе nоtеѕ one everything hе hаѕ tо say.

'Livv Markov the son of the great Alejandro Markov issued to be smuggling illegal substances, prostitution and selling children' Slowly, precise Livv, I'll watch you fall slowly after, I will bring death to you with my own hands. I saw Henry walking inside the room, I look at him with a grin plastered on my lips. "Where's Livv?" I asked him. "Out, he said I should keep you safe, and away from here," He said, I nodded and walks inside my room grabbing my bag.

Ernest chuckled. "I've never had a book thrown at my face." Ernest said. "I had." "Really? Why?" He asked curiously. "Well many would say it was because I was near white kids when I shouldn't be. Others would say it's because I didn't belong there at the time. Some people would even say they were afraid their kids would catch my melanin and turn stupid, but in short, because I'm black." Ernest got quiet and felt tense hearing her talk about this.

"Come on. I know what to do." "What?" I followed him out of curiosity and confusion. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked. "We need to get her out of your system." I didn't exactly like the sound of that, but if that meant I wouldn't feel as miserable as I was right now, I was tempted to give it a try. "How?" "It's time to use my little black book." A dangerous smile played across his lips. I let out a deep sigh. "Will that make me feel better?"

The bathroom door was open so I peeked in, but nothing happened. ** Jessy's POV When the book shelves opened, I entered immediately. I didn't know he had something like this in his room. It was twice as big as her bedroom. My eyes widened as I toured inside. Firearms, computers and whatever else is inside. I sat in the swivel chair and turned on her computer. I smile as I type the password. My birthday is the password on all his computers. Even the one at the gate, it's my birthday too. "The sweet really crazy." I said see the wallpaper of his pc. My picture was stolen on my 18th birthday. I still have a side view here but it's nice to get it. You can get a copy of it.

“I prefer the real thing.” A smile pulls on my face as I turn to look at her. “Lilly-Ann Anderson.” I hold out my hand for her to take. “Nice to meet you Lilly-Ann, I’m Olga Lenkov.” She flashes me her pearly whites, gently taking my hand. Her hand is so warm to the touch and so soft, it reminded me of my grannies hands. A soft kind smile paints her wrinkled face. “I think you should stay by my side so I can tolerate this meaningless gold digging parties, which I’m not fond of.”

She unlocked it and brought out her black book that could tell what would happen next in her life. "Do you know what this means?"

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

I preferred pressure points and body bags. It made us a good team. "Don't worry," I said lazily, "I didn't waste a bullet." "Don Marcello's men?" he asked. "Maybe. Or one of the other bastards who think they're entitled to my ledger." He didn't look surprised. "You mean 'the' ledger?" I nodded. The black book. The one they all whispered about. It definitely had enough secrets to set the entire underworld on fire. Ethan straightened, his expression tightening.

Still, I stepped inside. The room was small—dusty and untouched. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the musty scent of old wood and forgotten things filled my lungs. In the corner sat a table, draped with a torn lace cloth. On it lay a book, thick and dark, like it had been waiting centuries for me. I approached slowly. The moment I touched it, a cold jolt ran through my fingers. “Anindya Eleanor Blackwell – 1893.” The name was etched into the leather cover.