The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Kyria leans over the desk and picks up the small letter opener, using that to unlock and open the small drawer but making sure not to damage it in the process. Kyria sighs and relaxes just a little when she hears the soft click and can pull the drawer open. She riffles through the papers, folders and slim books until she uncovers Mane Beatrice's little black book. Kyria quickly skims through the pages until she finds the right information.

Gah, she hoped so. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’re busy.” “No, that’s fine,” Mia replied, her stomach sinking. Maybe this woman was simply calling to try and sell Mia something or to do one of those phone survey things. “How can I help you?” “Have you heard of ‘Little Black Book?’” Harley asked. “The new women’s magazine?” Mia asked, her heart jumping into her throat. “That’s the one,” Harley replied and it sounded like she had a smile on her face.

Full documentation—years of embezzlement, bribery, ties to criminal networks, the blackmail plot, the assassination contract with tonight’s payment trail. The midnight call recording—her voice clear, venomous. The bedroom attack footage—edited to protect privacy but showing the intruders’ entry, the shots, the confession. The world turned on them overnight. Headlines shifted like a tidal wave. VANESSA BLACKWOOD ARRESTED IN SHOCKING CONSPIRACY AND ATTEMPTED MURDER PLOT AGAINST STEPSON AND STEPDAUGHTER HARLAN VOSS IN CUSTODY—BLACKMAIL SCHEME LINKED TO ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT UNRAVELED

Then, Xylon's eyes flew open, revealing a bizarre black symbol swirling in his gaze. Tyrone and Ray followed suit, their eyes mirroring the same eerie design. "My loves! What's happening? Don't frighten me!" Tears streamed down my face as I clutched them close, dabbing their skin with a damp cloth in vain. Their condition remained unchanged. Suddenly, the door burst open. Ethan marched in, his expression turning grave at the sight of the children. "Step aside." He shrugged off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest marked with the same cryptic symbol as the kids.

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 8♠️ 👓 DAVE 👓 Sigh! What a tangled life mankind lives in. Every living day is a struggle and in every struggle there are winners and losers. Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are.

And he turned to me with the tickets, counted it, and then looked up wide-eyed. “Oh crap!” he exclaimed. “I forgot to book a slot for you.”

She said and walked out of the room. It was night and I have a client this night. Mr Lonnie, a manager director in Excellent Limited. I did my ugly makeup has usual, yeah I do heavy makeup so I don't get recognized. Lol. Funny right? Am very beautiful without makeup. I do work at night. I took the Rohypnol also called roofies and put it into my bag then my phone. I wore my black heels and stormed out of the room. I waved my sister bye and took a taxi.

Low and restrained, not harsh, not passionate — the voice of a man who had learned to weigh words in the balance. Leya opened the door. Samuel Ithis Blackwood crouched under a fire-charred titanic walnut desk. The bookshelves loomed above him, rank after rank of books that scented the air with power and dust. The lantern cast but a dim spear into the room, and the golden amber shadows danced on his face. The one held a glass of brandy in it. The second was placed on a sheet of paper, as if the ink of the paper was too much to lie on something alive, yet claimous.

A boy who absolutely loved me like his life depended on it. And then poof. Popularity, gone. Friends ditched. The boy, history. The life I thought I had evaporated. I still own a pair of Louboutins and an issue of A Lady’s Guide to Not Messing Up Twice. That counts for something, right?

Then black. Nothing.