The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

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.

Walk away. When my grandfather announced my fourth engagement, I wasn’t surprised. I’d been expecting it. And as usual, I started digging trying to find what to use against her. But this time... it was different. It wasn’t easy. She was clean. Too clean. No scandals. No abortions. No dirty past. No hidden crimes. Perfect. And perfection? That’s suspicious. Her name? Ellien. The more I dug, the more restless I became. No one — and I mean no one — has a spotless record.

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It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

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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 relented after about a half hour, finally giving way to my concern. Despite Scottie’s stares and the looks from Lady Emily, the rest of the day was uneventful. Belle gave me a beautiful black book, inlaid with a silver triple moon. I didn’t understand why I was being given so many things. I took the book back to my little room, closed the door and opened it. There was a handwritten note inside the cover. Our Dearest Little Love,

Ernest chuckled. "I've never had a book thrown at my face." Ernest said. "I had." "Really? Why?" He asked curiously. "Well many would say it was because I was near white kids when I shouldn't be. Others would say it's because I didn't belong there at the time. Some people would even say they were afraid their kids would catch my melanin and turn stupid, but in short, because I'm black." Ernest got quiet and felt tense hearing her talk about this.