Norman Black Novels & Stories

Probably to him, we're fit for each other and can make it work. “Wait a minute! Who's this, Liam? Who the heck is that wife you're talking about, Mister man?!” “Huh? Has your tongue suddenly been cut so that you can't speak anymore?!” Norman stood frozen as his eyes were glued on her and it was as if his words were stuck in his throat. “I'm Mr Blackwood's personal assistant, ma'am. I don't know who you're but I don't want to have issues with you. I wasn't referring to you but rather my boss,” Norman finally managed to say.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Karila was in a building surrounded by countless enemies, not knowing who they were and how many there were, and she needed to get out of there as soon as possible, with only Normani and the mysterious man by her side. Normani took a deep breath, knowing everything would go insane when she opened her lips to reveal the situation. The black man was tall, with full lips and short crew cut hair, he was menacing and attractive, and he did resemble Normani's physical attributes because there was a mystery about him that would make everything out of orbit.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

I still don't believe he wasn't the one who gave me the nickname 'black queen' "I'll get back to you" "Thank you, Signora. I look forward to working with you" I never said I was going to work with him. He turns around but instead of leaving, he pauses. Contemplating whether he should speak or not. Eventually, he says "It's not my place to say but those four should be disqualified. My fifteen-year-old nephew can fight better them" The old geezers glare at his back but his eyes are on me. He nods and then walks away. Not once looking at the older men even though I know he can feel their stares. Are they ashamed of coddling their sons yet?

He dresses pretty casual for a smuggler. Jannik, on the other hand, is forty-four with greasy dark blonde hair that reaches below his ears. Does he ever wash his hair? It sure doesn’t look like it. He has dark blue eyes, a thick blonde moustache, is 6’1” and he likes to dress semi-casual. He’s wearing a deep plumb pinstripe long-sleeve button down, light blue skinny jeans and black sneakers. He has the first couple buttons undone to show off his silver chain necklace, which isn’t at all impressive.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

I muttered. "It's biology," he countered. "Not an excuse, but an explanation. My sons will have to earn your forgiveness if you choose to give it. But right now, we have more pressing concerns than your relationship dynamics." He tapped the photograph on his desk. "The Northern Alliance isn't just coming to observe. They're coming to eliminate what they see as a threat, the last Blackthorne." "So cancel the ceremony," I insisted. "Let me leave. I'll disappear." "And go where?" Alpha Maxwell asked calmly. "They have resources, connections. They'd find you within days, and without pack protection, you'd be defenceless."

Finally, with the expression of someone making an enormous sacrifice, Amber picked up her fork. She slowly ate the last bite. Neo carefully inspected the plate. Only when he was satisfied did he push the cup of ice cream back toward her. "Good girl." Amber's face instantly brightened. Her eyes sparkled as if she had just been handed a treasure. "Thank you, Neo!" The adults at the table struggled to suppress their laughter. Meryl leaned closer to her husband. "Neo is more like Park's son than Ethan's." She shook her head. "He's so serious."

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.