No Blacks Allowed Novels & Stories

"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."

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

You’re enforcing. “Is that what you wanted?” It’s what was necessary. He paused. You’re becoming what you were always meant to be. “And what’s that?” Something they can’t control. Can’t predict. Can’t eliminate. I wasn’t sure if that was good or terrifying. Maybe both. The body was sent back the next day. Wrapped. Marked with a single message carved into wood: Territory violations will be met with absolute consequence. Test me again at your own risk. Christina Black

I gestured her and she did, but not before rolling her eyes at me. “Who are The Blacks?” I asked, as I undressed. “Enemies,” Aubrey replied easily without a thought. “Well…they used to be. It’s more…complicated now,” I smoothened out the dress over my hips. “I’m done,” She stood behind me as I sat in front of the dresser. “Tell me more,” I urged. “There is a pact. It has been for a while. Mutually beneficial and whatnot,” she dragged as her fingers ran through my hair, loosening them as she let it fall naturally down my back.

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?

"Good. You're not late." "Barely," I said, stifling a yawn. "What's with the men-in-black setup? We robbing a bank or something? Wait, is that how Vladislav gets his money?" Anatoly ignored my question, instead he turned to the group. "Listen up," he started,voice clipped. "Rules are simple. No talking unless spoken to. No acting without direct orders. Follow Vladislav's lead, and don't screw this up." His gaze lingered on me, like I was the one most likely to cause trouble.

The Blacks were in the city since its establishment. Their name was chiseled on the buildings, it was swore in the boardrooms, it was printed on the contracts like a royal seal. But this time there was transference of the past as Leya stood in the blackness of a high rise gazing out upon the skyline. It was no longer their city. It was hers.

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.