Norman Black Novels & Stories

the waiter from earlier walks in with a pamphlet waiting cid norman's order, norman smiles grinning widely and wickedly she was treated like filth out there and her she is being treated like royalty, she looks at the waiter who seems to have kicked eyes with her and immediately reverts his gaze, "come here" norman orders the waiter, slowly and sluggishly the waiter moves closer to norman, she us nets by a slap in her face as norman strikes her face, "i do not want you to wait my table i request for another forget i said that i order for a new one, who do you think you are you filthy piece of trash a lowborn human like you" norman says while wiping off her fingers,

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

Quisito declared again and Winston’s heart thumped with happiness. After the meeting, Quisito began thinking of different ways in which he could put her in a helpless situation and came up with the idea for blackmail. On her 16th birthday, he had worn a spy cam inside a button, made with the help of nanotechnology, just to test the efficiency of the device. He unexpectedly captured the murder of Richard and decided to use it against her, to blackmail her to sleep with him. It was a very painful thing for him to do, but he did it anyway because he wanted to bring her back, for her father.

Norman's POV The mahogany desk felt cool beneath my fingertips, a familiar comfort in the chaos brewing within me. Natural daylight streamed through the glass of my office window, a stark contrast to the storm gathering inside. Damon stood before me seething with fury that would have sent a chill across any other person, but not me. I knew him to be a dangerous man, even when calm, and now, unleashed, maybe he was a force to reckon with. “You think you’re so clever, Norman,” he spat, his voice sounding venomous. “So cunning. Manipulating Riley, making Walker induce her to awaken her wolf, ensuring it only recognizes you as her mate.”

"I will never forget about her, and no, I haven't. We've only been together for a few weeks, Norman. Don't worry, I will let you know as soon as I find anything." Norman scoffed. "So arrogant now that you are wrapped in his money and under his influence, are you? Hah. I can't believe we are under your mercy. Invited here because of you? Heh!" He repeated Hawk's words earlier in mockery. "We can be here if we want to!" "You've been trying for years. I don't think you really can." Normal glared at me and pointed his finger at me. "Don't you forget that I know something that can easily have you lose everything—"

Patricia said, satisfied, stepping back to admire her work. "That's exactly what I'm going for." "Good," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "Go make him regret every single decision he's ever made." Norman appeared in the doorway in a black suit, jacket open just enough to show the edge of his tattooed chest beneath his shirt, and stopped completely when he saw me. "Genevieve." His voice came out lower than usual. "You look like the end of his entire world." "That's the plan." "I genuinely don't know how I'm supposed to function in that room tonight standing next to you."

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

I stared at the beaten man in front of me. His jet black hair was scruffy, his brows a bush over his eyes and had a dirty line of shaven moustache under his nose. His nose looked broken one too many times as it faced the left. His white dress shirt and pair of black dress pants were covered with a layer of dust from when I tuckled him to the ground. I didn't have time for him. I was saving up energy for the particular day I would track him down and make him pay. That night wasn't it.

Fiona Forger was too surprised to pay attention, but Alice, standing next to her, couldn't help but lock her gaze on Norman Desmond when she heard the form of address. This was the first time she had met the renowned young master of the Norman family. He wore a black T-shirt that made him appear slightly thin at first glance but still sturdy, with a pair of intentionally washed jeans that accentuated his long legs. He wore short military boots, exuding a sophisticated and carefree aura.