The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Everyone’s eyes seemed to be on me. Lisa sat at her desk, lips curved in that smug little smirk she always wore when she thought she’d seen something worth gossiping about. She leaned toward the woman next to her and whispered something that made them both laugh. My stomach twisted. It wasn’t their fault. My mother had been the one who showed up here, screaming for attention like she always did. Still, the shame burned. I clenched my fists and kept walking. Braxton stopped at the elevator. He pressed the button, the doors slid open, and he stepped in. I followed quietly. The air inside felt tight.

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

"It's funny that this deal was the same deal you offered to Sandy, you sent her to kill me in exchange for whatever nonsense you were blackmailing her with. Did you think she wouldn't tell me?" "Does it look like I care if she told you?" Alex smirked. He had tasked Sandy to get Keir and find out some information about the company's shares and how things were done in the company but the idiot went ahead to fall in love with Keir and decided to opt out of the plan. It was a good thing he had some interesting information about her past, he had blackmailed her with it, he thought she was going to be able to execute the plan perfectly when she started giving him valuable information about the com

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.

"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.

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.

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

“There's a way to stop Rhaegal. It's all in there,” I sighed, taking his words with a big doubt. “How could such a book exist yet I know nothing about it?” “It's too small to be noticed. Most times overlooked,” he remarked. I started my way down the rows and columns of the shelves. “What more do you know about this book?” Silas’s eyes followed my every move as he spoke, voice steady but urgent. “It isn’t thick, barely the size of your palm. Black cover, no title, only a wolf’s crest etched faintly in silver. It doesn’t sit with the other histories, it hides in plain sight, usually between older ledgers.”

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six: The Game Within the Game Sofia and Aaron sat across from Liam Blackwell in the dimly lit private lounge. The tension in the room simmered just beneath the surface of polite conversation. Blackwell was a master of control, his calm demeanor masking the dangerous man beneath. But Sofia had learned how to read people like him—those who thrived on power and manipulation. Every word he spoke was calculated, every glance a test to gauge their intentions.