The Black Pearl Novel Novels & Stories

But the Moon Goddess has another plan for me. I turn my attention to the source of that mouth-watering scent—my mate. My eyes lock with the most incredibly gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen. They are so dark they appear to be black. She stares at me, and I do the same. As a slave, I know I don't have the right to look into her eyes, but even if I want to, I can't tear my eyes away from her.

Pearl The elderly man with the long beard, who was in charge of the examination, suddenly made another announcement while still seated. I remained at my place, but different thoughts began to cloud my mind. I clenched my fists under the table. Peanuts, wasn’t it? Ugh, I hate him. Why does he have to be so good at everything and act like he knows it all? And why did my heart do that weird flutter thing when he spoke? No, no, no—focus, Pearl. He's just another arrogant noble with a perfect brain, a perfect face, and a perfectly punchable smirk. You're not here to get distracted by perfect problems. You're here to survive.

He picked up the baseball bat, weighed it in his hand, and walked closer. “Miss Harlem, are you trying to stand up for your friend?” “No! She is not my friend!” Pearl looked at the man sitting on the couch with a dark expression and quickly waved her hands in denial. “I was just worried that Mr. Blakewell didn’t have something handy, so I brought it to him!” Abel and Ruth were speechless. She gave Pearl suggestions on how to run her account and gifted her clothes. However, it did not seem to have meant anything.

The black pearls were so rich and when the diamonds shone, it gave the pearls a surreal depth. My mouth dropped open. It was inventive. Unique. Stunning and spectacular. There was nothing else like it in the world. She cleverly called it a ‘back-less’, since it adorned the back as opposed to the neck. “I…I have no words,” Hazel said beside me. I agreed. And this was only the first design? I knew I was up against the best of the best, but I don’t think I fully understood what that meant until now.

Pearl walked down the hallway slowly in order not to fall as different thoughts ran through her mind. Maybe she should go back and have a hot bath that suits the weather and sleep instead of checking up on a man that doesn't care about her. Suddenly she felt like she was blacking out; her eyes were blurring off as she fell, not reaching the ground. A hard hand held her, and she hoped it was king Archer. @pop precious

FELYNDRA I’d been in endless darkness. I kept falling, but I never reached the bottom. Light was far from me. I could hear whispers and voices, but when I spoke, it was as if I never did. Like something was blocking my voice until a golden string fell into the pit. It spiralled down towards me, and for a long time, it couldn’t reach me. Just when I was about to give gravity authority over my body, I saw something glow in the dark. It was familiar. As I looked longer, I was reminded of what it was. A pearl. The string appeared again. This time around, it was more glowing than before and pulsated like it had life.

The box clicked open. Inside was a single, heavy, black pearl. It wasn't beautiful; it was terrifying. It pulsed with a weight that made the entire tower groan. It was the regret of the First Auditor, the man who had traded his own immortality to keep the world from ending, only to realize that by doing so, he had created the Shop that would eventually consume it. I picked up the pearl. The moment it touched my palm, I was hit by a tidal wave of grief. I saw every mother who had lost a child, every soldier who had died for a lie, every lover who had been forgotten. The weight was unbearable. I fell to my knees, the floor cracking beneath me.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

“He’ll feel his heart go really cold if I’m in danger. Then, the pearl will signal him to come to me. The stronger our bond is, the stronger the signal will be. His mind will instantly know where I am. The pearl will act as a compass and he can reach me!” “Woah!” Alina was awed. “It’s like a GPS! It can find you easily!” “Yes,” Alya nodded. “So if I’m ever in danger, the pearl will know where to find me.” There was a knock on the door and Jason entered the room, annoyed. Even though it was a weekend, he was still working with investors via webcam and held long meetings inside the house. “What are you doing here?” Jason groaned at his niece. “Playing with my dollies!” Alina exclaimed. “This i

As I stirred my wine glass with deliberate precision, I made sure my piercing gaze didn’t give away my true thoughts. Hugo was no less imposing, with a commanding presence that hints at his ruthless success in the gold trading world. He gazed at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and wariness. He was wise to be terrified of my presence. I held all the cards. I leaned in slightly, my voice low and measured, “Hugo, I think you and I both know why we’re here. It would be a shame if certain information were to find its way into the wrong hands.”