No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Daniel snatched the letter and glanced at it, then stiffened. "That the actual fuck…” he reacted to what he saw. “The audacity. That university is a scam, I don't want you going back anyway. It's their loss!" I saw it and gasped, Raven snarling so loudly inside my head it hurt. At the very bottom of the page… "No Black wolves allowed" was boldly written. "No black wolves allowed? Is this a joke? I thought they had started accepting Black students?" My mother scoffed, unable to believe her eyes.

“What's that supposed to mean?” “I don't know,” I shrugged. “You’re just too… uptight.” “I'm not uptight.” “You’re always wearing black on black, even your underwear is black.” He looked at his shirt, then his jacket, then his pants. “It's… efficient.” I snorted. He pretended not to hear me. We sorted through the cash, but our phones weren't allowed to turn on unless it was an emergency, and fake documents. It was organized, planned, and perfect.

So of course, when someone like me ended up married to Eric instead of Diana, that woman probably wasn’t thrilled. A few days ago, I asked for crispy chicken because I was craving it, but the maid returned with a message from Josie: “Chicken is unhealthy and has long been banned from the Black household, so I cannot break the rule even for you.” And now, staring at the porridge, it was plain—not chicken like I requested. I’m Mrs. Black. Shouldn’t my words carry weight? I can’t let this go on. It's one thing to have enemies outside the mansion, but in here? In my own home? Knowing some people are silently standing against me makes my skin crawl.

Shockingly, her mouth didn't even open this whole time! And yet the light bestowed upon for the first time ever flickered to distinguish. The City was really curse to experience something more bizzare than ever. And everyone seems to know that, much more to the faces of the men in black. They were Negins. They are thought to be ruthless, never swayed to temptation that the darkness brought upon. They able to hold themselve and even battle to death since the beginning of time. But the light just now was such a bother, it never been expected and it so far from what they believing!

No Black Wolf Clan member were now allowed into their pack – even diplomats had been expelled. More and more Black Clan member were put on trial for drummed up charges and given a swift trial and an even quicker death – mainly by burning which seemed to be a favorite form of capital punishment in base. Rumors started to circulate about how Authority would treat captured Black Clan, experiment on them, kill them when he no longer had any use for them but only after he had satisfied his sick amusement with breaking them. The rumors of the prisons Authority supposedly ran were so horrible Alexander could barely listen to them – talks of babies cut from their mother's womb, werewolves being kill

(; ﾟ 3ﾟ )~♪ Noah: (눈_눈) ‘Ah, so not even the dead are spared from your scams…’ Feeling Noah’s contempt, Blackie jumped up like a cat that had its tail stepped on: “And are you not such a person?! We didn’t lie!” Noah, who actually couldn’t say anything to refute it without slapping himself in the face: (￢з￢) ‘Alright…I’ll let you win this one…’

Worried. It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices. “I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said. “Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.

she blurts out, “Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything else.” I look at Nicholas with a questioning glance not understanding what a Black Market is. “Black Market is an underground place where the supernatural sell illegal stuff. The drug he sold her is banned as it is very lethal to the werewolves,” Gabriel explains as if sensing my question. “I gave you permission to enter the pack grounds, only because you are a high ranking female in your pack and you claimed that you had an urgent matter that required your Alpha’s attention.” Gabriel continues in his strong masculine voice as she cowers on the floor.

“That’s impossible!” “But why? It’s normal, no? I just asked him about the mission and he explained everything to me.” I shrug. “Keira.” Jayden places his hand on my shoulder, “When I told you that the Black Tiger doesn’t talk to anyone, I meant it. He never exchanged words with any of us, we don’t even know what his voice sounds like.” I raise an eyebrow and look at them nod. I laugh and run my fingers through my dark hair, “I guess I gave him no choice then.”