Noir Fiction Novels & Stories

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. And I knew exactly who it was, standing over the poor man. Noir. His back was to me, broad shoulders tense as he looked down at the shivering man whose whimpers and screams seemed to have choked him up. Noir was wearing a sky blue T-shirt with the symbol of a scorpion on it. His back rose and fell steadily, according to his breaths. His hair was let down; black strands fell carelessly just above his shoulders. Calm. Too calm.

“Going better than ever. I am going to turn her colleagues against her. Then she’ll be separated from her husband also.” “When there won’t be anyone for her to turn to, she’ll come to me. That’s how they’ll suffer by themselves.” “Oh, I remembered something. Can you do me a favor? This will help in our plan to go well.” “What is it? I’ll try to help as much I can.” “Well…”. Noir placed down the drink and walked inside her bedroom and sits down on the chair comfortably. “You are starting to have a brain like me. Guess, I didn’t choose the wrong person for this job at all.”