Romance Novels Black History Front Center Novels & Stories

I had to survive; I had no other choice. But the world has a way of laughing at the best-laid plans. As I walked into the office on the twentieth floor, surrounded by glass walls, he was there. Ethan Blackwood. The man I had loved so much with my heart. The man I had walked away from. The man I had betrayed… or at least, he thought so. And the man I was now working for.

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

“Before you die. At least you deserve to know the history.” Author Note: Hi, Darlings. Here we go again, on another rollercoaster flashback journey, explaining what initiated the rivalry between the White Family and the Black Family decades ago(Fifty Eight years ago to be precise). This is another romance story laced in betrayal, lust and lies. Also, please note that this chapter is way over two times longer than the original usual word could. I hope you enjoy reading. †_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†

Blackie comforted his host. However, before Noah could sigh in relief, Blackie added, “…before you screamed your husband’s name. Then pretty much everyone looked your way.” Noah, (눈_눈) “…can you NOT attempt to comfort me in the future? Thanks!” Blackie, “Oh? And here I was, just about to tell you a genuine bright side in all of this!” Noah, (≖_≖) “…There is a bright side?” Blackie, “Remember what you mentioned every proper bachelor party should have? Yep! Black history / Blackmail material! ✔Check! ” (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

The rest of the busy room always seemed to blur into static whenever he looked at me that way. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Harmony suddenly gasped, her fingers tightening violently around her books. "Oh my God." I shifted my stance away from her. "What now?" She pointed a rigid finger toward the heavy book still sitting on the shelf between us. "The creepy history book." I followed her gesture, my pulse quickening slightly as I read the faded gold lettering on the spine: The Founding Families of Black Hollow. Right. The entire reason I had wandered over to this dusty section in the first place.

The bookstore looked nothing like itself. By noon, the quiet charm of Riverside Books had been overtaken by black posters, soft velvet ropes, and gold-trimmed flyers with the words: “The Black Foundation Gala.” Every surface shined. Lush white orchids spilled from crystal vases. A red carpet covered the entrance. And behind the counter, Lena stood perfectly still—heart pounding as she watched the preparations unfold. He’s really coming. Dominic Black is going to walk through those doors.

She was wrong. E was for Erik. A.R. was for the woman he loved. Erik leaned closer to his camera, his voice weaving a narrative of blood and shadow. "After my exile, I built the Black Rose League from the wreckage of the European underworld. I wanted to come for you both, but Alexander kept Nora drugged and isolated in Brooklyn, using you as a pawn to keep her silent. I had to wait. I had to wait for you to grow strong enough, Ava. I had to wait for you to find the strength to burn his world down yourself."

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.