The Black Book Book Novels & Stories

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 5♠️ #OMNISCIENT_POV Here inside the secret organization of the Prime X force, the leaders converge and discuss about their targets that were taken out and the terrible demise of their assets. Mr. Clement who was much more aggrieved and pissed than the others showed his displeasure by condemning the one individual responsible. Clement " This is outrageous! Absolutely inhuman and cruel beyond understanding. 3 assets dead and disposed off like trash! Each of them are assets worth millions of naira and now they're all gone!.. GONE! CAN YOU IMAGINE?.

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.

At the end, a rusted iron door bore the mark of three crescent moons and an inverted cross. He unlocked it with the brass key he’d worn around his neck since 1987. Inside, dust choked the air. Shelves held old scrolls, bones of heretical priests, and on a stone table, one object sat under a black shroud. Merrin lifted the cloth with care. A massive book lay beneath it—its cover made of human skin, still faintly warm. A symbol glowed faintly at its center. The Black Record. He opened the first page. Names of brides.

I preferred pressure points and body bags. It made us a good team. "Don't worry," I said lazily, "I didn't waste a bullet." "Don Marcello's men?" he asked. "Maybe. Or one of the other bastards who think they're entitled to my ledger." He didn't look surprised. "You mean 'the' ledger?" I nodded. The black book. The one they all whispered about. It definitely had enough secrets to set the entire underworld on fire. Ethan straightened, his expression tightening.

The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

Amaya felt uneasy back at the library. Something wasn't right and she could feel it. She was so unrelaxed and everything wasn't feeling normal. She had come to the library to study for her fast approaching exams and everything was going on smoothly until now. Her left pinky finger had began shaking on it's own,a sign she had always had since she was a kid when things were about to or were already going wrong. She tried to focus back on her studying again,but couldn't. She suddenly felt restless.

Victoria added. "Maybe there's no way to trap him... but--" Petra, who had been silent until now, smirked with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we can trap his host!" She pulled a suitcase closer, snapping it open with a flourish. Inside lay an ancient, jet-black book with a velvet cover that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light. The book exuded an unsettling aura, its pages appearing to drip with a darkness that defied explanation. Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

"That’s..." "Enough to start a war," I finished. "It is not just money," Lucrezia said, pulling out one of the black leather binders. She tossed it onto the desk. It landed with a heavy thud. "Money buys soldiers," Lucrezia said. "But this buys silence." I picked up the binder. I opened it. It was the 'Black Book'. The family’s insurance policy. It contained photos, bank statements, and transcripts of every corrupt politician, judge, and CEO in the city.