No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

It was a sharp, sudden one that cut through the silence and made me blink. When it faded, he looked at me again, tenderness clouding his dark orbs. “Alright,” he said, “Then tell me, what do you need the Black Stones for?” I hesitated before deciding to say it plainly. “Weapons. I’m going to the Black Market.” His expression froze. “The Black Market is forbidden to Initiates.” “I don’t care if it’s forbidden,” I asserted, my voice flat and sure. “I need them.” Lucan studied me in silence for a long moment. Then his lips curved, not in amusement, but in quiet resolve.

Ignoring them, Nia and I sat around a square table with a purple umbrella for two to have lunch right next to the grass roof bar. I picked up and stirred the Manhattan drink in my hand and reminded her, “Rogues do not get any privileges. Have you forgotten that most of them are killed? Take my offer and we’ll go to the bank right now.” “It’s blackmail. Blood-sharing is forbidden. We both know that I can't be initiated into the pack unless it's by Alpha Jacques. What are you pulling? Can't you stop acting like you own the place?” She vehemently opposed, wiping her mouth and lowering her brows in derision. “But you would rather keep me locked up in your house than let me have some sense of fre

Xandar and Lucianne were studying the details of the population: Brown (Light): 1 male Brown (Dark): 1 female Grey: 2 males; 1 female Black: 0 White: 0 Others: 0 Total: 5 Greg tried not to sound too exasperated as he answered, “One, the ‘others’ category is nil, meaning that they’re normal wolves without any of those legendary special abilities. And if you remember basic science, deputy, you’d know that black-furred animals are known to be more rebellious or ambitious, or both, thus dangerous, so their absence is something to be happy about. Three, no white wolves, which are generally known to either be harmless or only look harmless but are quite the opposite. No offense intended, My Queen.

The black area is where we are passing now. The black area is the general sex area. People can be naked, they can fuck, they can watch, they can do whatever they want, but if they are here, they need to know that anything can fucking happen. A man can come and fuck another man, and no consent is necessary. This is the jungle. And then there’s the red area, where I am taking my fucking angel.

“Rule one—no touching.” I blink. “No touching?” “You heard me.” I set my mug down, feigning offense. “Do you think I’m just going to… leap across the room and grope you without warning?” His expression doesn’t change. “I think you live in a world where boundaries aren’t always clear. So I’m making them clear.” I tilt my head. “Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.” “Rule two,” he continues, ignoring me, “no loud music, no unexpected guests, and no… late-night activities that wake people up.”

They didn't get angry or aggressive. "Nakedness is not something to hide, Kess," the Black man said, his voice slow and comforting. "It is a free gift of nature to the world. Your body is meant to be displayed, not trapped under heavy cloth. It is beautiful. We all are beautiful. There is no shame here." "I can't let you touch me," I retorted weakly, my voice was shaking. The sight of their thick, throbbing cocks so close to me was making my inner thighs feel heavy and damp.

I walked up to the bar and ordered for a lighter before I flipped my hair and made the bistro my audience. I felt a presence beside me, warmth and a strong wave of cologne radiating from his body. I puffed my cigarette, looking ahead. I let smoke escape my pouted lips, waiting. Waiting for his first move. "Veterans only!" He confirmed, his voice gravelly.

And the rest of the crowd was enjoying the scrumptious meal and exotic liquors, not giving a damn as to why they were invited. Well, you see, the Blacks are famous in America for their grandeur and exorbitant luncheons and parties. They never wasted a second to show off their wealth and status to the world. Some people even attend their gatherings only for enjoyment as they arrange the best and delicious menu for their guests. Dylan was a man who strove for perfection. Being the most successful and powerful man of the US, he never failed to impress people and always performed his tasks up to his best.

' Blinking his eyes, he murmured, "Holy shit!" The two of them started laughing at him devilishly. Then Mr Black answered, "Yes I do... I want to know!" He yelled at them angrily. Hearing his answer, they stopped laughing in a jiffy and then one of them said, "We are here for a great deal and not for introduction," He walked around him and continued, "Cooperate and set yourself free... Refrain and you will be killed with no trace." Mr Black looked around, the place was like a building underground and truthfully anything can happen there without a trace.

"There are bound to be plenty more of these nobodies. This is just the beginning." Reginald frowned. "But everyone here today is someone important in Miami. I suppose he only sent the invitation because I'm a chamber member." As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black suits and earpieces walked over. "Mr. Gorney, please ask these irrelevant people to leave." Reginald turned his head. "What irrelevant people? They are my secretaries." "Secretaries are not allowed either," one of the men in black shook his head. "That's the rule. Ordinary people are not permitted to sneak in."