The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

She leaned towards and whispered, “What we meant was how did Little Black do that?” Ezekiel and Hector were just listening to them since they could hear them while Little Black was looking at them innocently like a behaved lion. Little Black couldn't say anything even though he wanted to explain everything to Soheila's friends. Since he couldn't say anything, he stayed still and listened. “Oh, that. ” Soheila nodded. “Well, Little Black isn't a normal spirit beast, okay? I'll tell you guys later.” Hector, Ezekiel, and Luna nodded.

The spark was still there. I loved him, I love him. I wasn’t so wrong to have told him. I shouldn’t be afraid to show how I felt. And I could’ve just been a naive nineteen year old who didn’t even have the cordial knowledge of the word, Love. Or maybe I was the nineteen year old brave enough TO LOVE. And fate…Oh fate, I prayed for it to have mercy on me. On us. The sun had fully dimmed by the time we got up from the bench. Our little heart to heart had run us out of time. “We should get going” Lily whispered but something caught my eyes. It was the singular shop that was still open, bright with pink and green neon lights.

The study was dark, so I opened the blinds and took in the room. It was very... August. Brown. Black. More black. Not a single color brave enough to survive in here. There was a minibar. I wasn't surprised to find it stocked mostly with expensive whiskey. The bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. Business books. Finance books. Leadership books. Books about making money. Books about keeping money. Books about probably becoming even more unbearable than he already was. Not one novel. Not even a guilty pleasure romance. What a sad life.

The rain had subsided a little, but still not stopped and I wanted to keep my semi-dry condition. Answer a call, hold your cell phone to your ear. "Hi Eve." “Oh god, Grace, Grace, Grace! You will never guess what happened to me today! " I leaned against the cold stone facade. "Your chips are running low and they were sold out in the supermarket?" "What? No! I smoked out a Nest Minors today! " I made a face. I hated those little critters. These little rat-like descendants were the relatively harmless proles there were, but if you found them in whole nests, you could get into a lot of trouble.

and use everything in the living room freely. Levi, naturally, wasn’t convinced, but what could he do when his baby WAS? He could only grind his teeth and note down another X against his father-in-law in his little black book. –Not a real book, of course, but the mental, imaginary kind. The kind that, besides not being a book, was neither black (due to not having a physical form) nor little (due to the pettiness of its owner). In fact, now that Levi thought about it, perhaps he should rename it into the grudge-list? 🤔 But that was certainly a matter for another time.

**Unraveling the Web** Isabelle sat in the dimly lit back room of Daniel Carter’s bookstore, the thick folder spread open before her. Pages filled with names, dates, transactions—proof of Blackwell’s far-reaching influence. Every new piece of information sent chills down her spine. Eric leaned over her shoulder, scanning the documents. “This is bigger than I thought,” he muttered. “Blackwell’s network extends beyond business and politics. He has people in law enforcement, intelligence agencies… even the press.”