No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

“What do you want from me? I told you I don’t have the money.” ‎The blackmailer chuckled, a low, grating sound. “Oh, Jonah. You definitely do. And being a miser right now is terrible.” ‎ ‎"Plus you have a super hot, super rich boyfriend," the figure added. ‎ ‎My stomach churned, but I refused to back down. “You think you can scare me into paying you? I’m not giving you a dime.” ‎ ‎The blackmailer stepped closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re making a mistake, Jonah. I’ve been patient with you, but my patience is wearing thin. If you don’t pay up, I’ll make sure your parents know exactly what kind of man their son is.”

Dwyane will look at the ground without saying anything. If there is no law about human rights, I am sure that the police officers will hit Mr. Dwyane stomach in order for him to say the truth. Of course, people will use violence in order to get what they want. But in this situation, hurting someone just for them to say the truth is against the law. Today, Miss Fatima decided not to go on the police station. She said that Dwyane us just stressing her out. She also told us that even if Dwyane will not say anything, time will come and the truth will not br remain untold.

"The bribes, the kickbacks, the shell companies. I want to see his empire bleed ink before I make him bleed blood." "Then shut up and let me work," Noah snapped, turning back to the screen. "I need four hours of dead silence. If a phone rings, we’re all dead. Understood?"

“You want a punishment? Fine. Here’s mine.” My voice cracked on the words, but I didn’t falter, didn’t look away. This was my moment—perhaps the only one I’d ever get—and I wouldn’t waste it. “The Vale pack is forbidden from stepping foot on Blackthorn territory again. You’re not welcome here. Not you, not your wolves, not your banners. Stay out.” The silence that followed was suffocating, absolute, like the moment before lightning strikes. Even the air seemed to still, waiting for the explosion that was sure to come.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

After all, she was the one asking him for a favor. ‘Although most of Elder Maurice’s pawns have been captured, Hestia Border has many parties, and if one is destroyed, another will soon rise.’ Thought Duke. ‘The criminal forces here are endless, and they simply cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.’ He nodded. “Sure.” Mavice smiled and turned to finish whatever she had come here for. What happened on the edge of the Soux River quickly made headlines. [The thirty-year rule of the Black Party is over, and there will be no more Black Party, no more crimes, and no more bloody violence in the world!]

Then black. Nothing.

No one answered immediately. Not Arthur. Not Gabriel. Not Adrian. Not even the man in black. That silence was an answer in itself. Then Adrian spoke quietly. “You don’t say no.” Ama looked up weakly. “What does that mean?” Adrian’s expression tightened. “It means the system doesn’t interpret refusal as final.” A pause. “It interprets it as incomplete understanding.” Gabriel snapped, “That’s not consent!” Adrian didn’t argue. Because he agreed. Arthur stepped forward suddenly.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

The others were shell-shocked. A Braxton International blacklist was synonymous with everlasting joblessness. Why? Because no employer in the country accepted a person who has in one way or the other offended the Braxton Empire. Offending a big fish in the industry was something that even big companies eschewed, talking less of little ones.