No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

Jasmine I adjusted my weight from foot to foot, feeling nervous under Damon's intense stare. "Same Mr Black" I broke the silence, trying to add some humor but he doesn't seem phased. His eyes still raked my body before they came back to meet my dark orbs. "I didn't think you could afford to dine at such a prestigious restaurant Jasmine" He spoke, a dominant tone dripping off his words. I internally scoff. He doesn't even know me and yet he's already judging me, who does he think he is!

Mark spoke as Sandy concentrated on Mary's picture on the table. "There is a legal document that states that you must not discuss this with anyone, you are allowed to leave immediately after he gets back to himself. And there are 2 million dollars for you, 1 million immediately after you sign the agreement, and 1 million after you finish successfully. and some other listed requirements Miss Sandy." Her expression was calm, listening to every word Mark was saying. "do you have anything to say Miss Sandy, or any reservation, I'll be happy to adjust it to your wish, "he added. all to manipulate her mind.

Midnight black. The music of Margaux’s moment faltered. People stared. Jet black meant one thing in Pack law. Warrior. The fiercest rank. Reserved for males — for centuries. The murmurs started immediately. “A female?” “That’s… impossible.” “Not since that war…”

“Are you that strong? But I heard the news; you use weapons to attack other werewolves. Did you know that's not allowed?" I turned to Ryan and Evelyn in astonishment; I didn't know it. Ryan glanced at Diana. “May I ask what rules do not allow the use of weapons in the competition?” Diana was momentarily stunned but then more eloquent. “No werewolves have ever done that in the nearly 100 years of Black Moon's existence, so it's not an exaggeration to say she purposely broke the law. She is not qualified to stay here; I still doubt how she can go through the gates. Maybe someone will help her.” Diana's sharp gaze turned to Evelyn. “You are the supervisor, so do you see anything out of the ordi

Brenda trembled and asked, "What... what's the black room?" "The black room is a small, windowless room painted pitch black. You'll be locked in a dog crate with no water or food. Who knows what else might be inside—could be rats, spiders, or even venomous snakes..." "No! I don't want to! This is illegal! You can't..." Before Brenda could finish, Cliff kicked her in the chest. "I'm giving you one last chance. Speak, or you'll rot there. I promise, it'll be worse than any death you can imagine."

“Effective immediately! You are banned from Maison Étoile and all affiliated branches…. Mr. Jimmy Bright.” Jimmy’s smile completely disappeared. “You’re now blacklisted,” the manager continued and pointed to the door. “Please… leave.”

A pitch-black night. The air hung heavy with the faint stench of blood. Like a battlefield after a brutal slaughter. The wilderness was utterly silent—no signs of life, no wind, just dead stillness. “Minister—no, Sir… the entire group’s been cleared. Should we have our people from Zentaria come in?” Nash held a gun in one hand, his face still streaked with blood. The viciousness from the earlier fight hadn’t yet faded.

It would be scandalous enough to be playing in her outfit, let alone remove everything to put the other equally scandalous dress on. "Slaves shouldn't be allowed to change with free folks, Bill," Shasta said innocently. "Hell, blacks couldn't even drink from white water fountains until the sixties, and we weren't even slaves anymore." "You do make a good point, Shasta," Bill said. "I could change in the car, Master," Whore said, hopefully. "Perhaps an idea will present itself while we're playing," Bill said. "Okay, go upstairs, take the clothes off until it's time to leave. You'll put on the golf outfit when it's time to go."

You’re enforcing. “Is that what you wanted?” It’s what was necessary. He paused. You’re becoming what you were always meant to be. “And what’s that?” Something they can’t control. Can’t predict. Can’t eliminate. I wasn’t sure if that was good or terrifying. Maybe both. The body was sent back the next day. Wrapped. Marked with a single message carved into wood: Territory violations will be met with absolute consequence. Test me again at your own risk. Christina Black

“Deal.” Kael took it. “Deal.” --- *Noon: The New World* The Blackwood Alliance held a ceremony at noon. Not a mating ceremony. A founding ceremony. I stood on the old stone platform where Marcus used to give orders. Below me, over a hundred wolves. Rogues. Omegas. Betas. Alphas. All equal. “I am not your Alpha,” I said. “I am your leader. And my only rule is this: No one in this Alliance is property.