Taming Mr Black Novels & Stories

“You see, about that-“ Mr. Black’s face dropped. Although he wasn’t much older than her, the scars on his upper eyebrow and numerous tattoos made him look like a scary person. “You don’t.” Throwing his cigarette to the floor, his whole demeanor became threatening as he took another step closer. “I think I’ve been too lenient with you, Noelle. Now, I want my money. I’ll give you till the end of the month to cough up your daddy’s little debt, else, mommy would be joining him next.” He gave her a silent look over before stepping past her and heading back towards his car. Shortly after, his body followed, each throwing a look of their own in Noelle’s direction, before filling into the car.

He said, then turned to Mr Black, "Now, can we take this party to your office, Mr Black?" Mr Black inhaled deeply and straightened up, his black eyes filled with hatred as he glared at the bartender, ignoring Liam's question. "We'll talk about this later, " he said to the bartender, then stuck his hands in his pockets. In an instant, his demeanor changed. He no longer radiated the murderous rage of an angry man, but the calmness of a composed leader. "Gentlemen," he uttered coldly, "Come with me."

Black in more than just words in a contract. "Mrs. Carrow," I said as she efficiently cleared plates with practiced movements. "You've worked for Damien for five years, right?" "Yes." I twisted the napkin between my fingers. "What's he like? Really like?" Mrs. Carrow paused, her hands stilling on the coffee service as she chose her words carefully. "Mr. Black is... demanding. Precise. He expects excellence and doesn't tolerate failure." Her eyes met mine with something that might have been sympathy. "But he protects what's his."

he added, stepping close, “you’re going to watch while I show Miles how to really touch you.” Her eyes widened. “Sit back,” Mr. Black said, voice deep and sure. “Hands off. And stay quiet.” She swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sleek toy glinting in Mr. Black’s hand. It was black, smooth, with curves made to tease every inch of her. “God, you’re going to love this,” he whispered, stepping closer, his dark eyes burning into hers. “But first... you have to beg for it.” Her cheeks flushed deep. “Please, Mr. Black... I want it. I want you.”

Melissa’s pov: Mr Blackwood hadn’t lied. He truly was a beast. He didn’t let us off the hook until we were panting, as if our very lives depended on it. There was barely any rest allowed, more than enough fire coursing through our veins to make him proud, but not enough air to breathe. When, at long last, he clapped his hands, saying it was time to do some stretching, he had a knowing smirk on his face, “How was your first taste of real training, folks?”

And though I hate to admit it, it’s the kind of flutter I once thought I’d have for Cameron. His Uncle meets my eyes and returns that same calm smile. Then, with practiced elegance, he stretches out his hand, and I take it briefly. “I’m Mr. Black,” he says, voice smooth as polished oak. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte.” He turns away before I can stammer anything back, and the cockatoo hops from his shoulder to a sofa like it knows its way around. Mr. Black follows in long, measured strides, every movement of his is dignified, almost rehearsed.

He frowns, “Did he say something to you?” I shake my head, “No.” I cringe because my voice came out like a squeal. He pouts and takes me in his arms. This simple contact makes me lose control of my tears once again. I rest my head on his chest and sob unstoppably, hands clutching his suit jacket. I hear him sigh as he holds me, rocking me slowly. I hear footsteps, open my eyes and see the Black Tiger leaving. My vision is blurred with tears, but I follow him with my stare until he completely disappears.

“May I ask why it is important to have Miss. Blanc back at her job?” “That is none of your business.” Pushing himself away from the desk, Matt straightened and leveled a glare Tager’s way. “This meeting is over.” He watched as the pudgy man with a balding spot and greedy beady eyes push himself up from the seat, smoothing over the crinkles in his suit as though trying to salvage his pride. He was worried, not because of Tager’s obvious dishonesty in mishandling funds but the faint smile and hint of cruelty in the man’s eyes as he turned to leave. Before he could stop himself he called out, “Wait.”

"You know he is. My brother, Andy, had you a couple of years ago and told me some stories. Did you really make that kid urinate in class?" "Yes, I did," Kat answered, her tone serious. She hadn't thought it was funny at the time. "That was the second class I taught...it's not funny," Evan only laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sure of that, especially for the poor guy. Ah, I wish I had been there—I'd love to see The Beast in action," He stopped abruptly when the waiter made his reappearance with their plates. For Evan, a pan-seared rack of lamb encrusted with mint pesto and served with garlic green beans and new potatoes. Kat had ordered the lasagna verde with bechamel sauce and garnished with fried

I told him nervously and stood up to leave. "Wait." I turned around and came face to face with his chest again. It seemed like his chest was gonna rip off the black T-shirt he was wearing. He always wore black. The name Mr. Black really fits him. I looked up to face him and not think about how he had the best physique in the world. I let a gasp escape my lips as he pulled me into a hug. I inhaled his fresh manly smell that only he seemed to have. Mr. Black was unique in everything. I was distracted by his amazing body wrapping mine that I didn't hear exactly what he said but it sounded like 'you're just like her.'