No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

"It’s…alluring." Linda didn’t like the way he looked at her—with a glimmer of malice in his eye. And even staring at Evans shirtless wasn’t enough to keep her there much longer. "Look, I lived in Manhattan for five years. I’m hardly ignorant compared to almost everyone else who goes to our school, and I’m tired of this. Get over whatever it is you think you know about me, and leave me alone."

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

Meanwhile, my leg wouldn’t stop bouncing under the table. Kindness wasn’t free in this world. Peace wasn’t accidental. And men like Atlas Blackwood didn’t do anything without a reason. Criminals like me weren’t allowed in Blackwood territory. Everyone knew that. The rogues had rules stricter than any empire because they could afford to. They didn’t need alliances, didn’t need trade, didn’t need outsiders muddying their bloodlines or bringing chaos into their mountains. And yet here I was. Alive, unchained, fed and sitting across from the Alpha himself like I belonged.

"I won't survive being owned." Kan leaned down, pinching Timothy’s chin, forcing him to look at the silver of his eyes. "You're only owned if I make you break, right? If I make you beg for the end?" Timothy gave a microscopic nod. "And only a Blackwell can make a Nash Ghost lose his mind," Kan stated, more than asked. "I... it’s a possibility," Timothy admitted, his voice trembling. "I know the Blackwell code. Gideon... he wouldn't force a man to crawl."

She got down from the desk, restless, stepping forward. “Read my lips, Kaela.” She commanded, grabbing my jaw. “There is nothing you can do to stop the Black family. We're guarded. We have strong walls of defense from the government, banks, investors, agencies, verified news stations, newspapers and more. If these people aren't talking about us, there's nothing you can do to stop us no matter what. You're forever doomed.” I slapped her hand away from my jaw.

I wanted to tell her that they weren’t the only ones who lost a loved one, I lost everything but I didn’t speak a word. “Now get up! Take a shower and wear this black dress. The Alpha King has ordered a black color for you for the rest of your life. You are not allowed near anything that speaks about color, beauty, and refreshment. TV, Cellphone, computers, or any other luxury items are not meant for you anymore. But you will live among us and see us thrive and move on.” she scoffed a little before gesturing to the maid to fill the closet with black dresses.

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."