No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

They could mess with me but not with Natasha. GAME ON, BLACK.

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.”

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.

He says and my heart stops beating. I see black. ... (to be continued)

He needed to extinguish this fire. "You! How dare you kiss me without my consent." Lisa pointed her slender fingers at Brad. "Why are you making a fuss? Aren't all these normal for a woman like you?" Brad coldly said. "Yeah, a woman like me- who don't have the right to live her life on her own way- a woman who was forced to sell her body- a woman who everyone looked down- a woman who don't have any dignity any shame." Lisa yelled, fresh and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

- 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.

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.

he asked pointing out the obvious. "No", Bartimaeus answered shocking Sasha slightly, "Black would be an obvious color, but black usually has some positive implications, such as strength, authority, elegance, formality, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors to have depth and variation of hue. It's actually quite a prestigious color, however people always associate it with evil and darkness", he sighed, "But that's human. I've learned, discrimination based on color, just seems normal", he shrugged accepting.