The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

Namjoon had officially entered her AVOID AT ALL COST list. just as she moved her hand to type the bell rang. taking a sigh of relief she returned to her seat and grabbed her stuff before going straight to cafeteria taking her lunch she grabbed the furthermost table and sat there. taking a book out named "how to understand people with dark psychology" and continued reading it. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't realize that 3 figures has taken seat at her table. only until the once loud cafeteria went silent did Jude not look up

"According to Evans, the normal price is a hundred million dollars but the woman sold it for two twenty. I still can't believe she just abandoned us like that for money. Truly, sis, the love of money is the root of all evil." "And who was mad enough to buy it at such a tremendous amount? This place is not even worth it." "I'm telling you, that witch sold everyone in this company. It was a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He looks so handsome and I'm somehow glad he bought it. And yeah, he asked for the managing director of the publishing department, and viola, it's you." She clicked her tongue, staring knowingly at me. "And what's with that look?"

“That reminds me. I also want to get some books at the library” “Are you indirectly asking us to go together” I teased. He didn’t reply me, rather he continued eating. I scoffed. “Still a jerk” **************** TWO HOURS LATER... At the library.... “You are going to read that?” I asked with my eyes widened at the book Hayden selected from the shelf. “And what’s wrong with the book?” He asked. “Business plans blah blah...Argh!, I would probably doze off at the second page and that has like 400 pages?!”

the man said, his tone cold and calculating. "Okay, brother. Let’s meet later to finalize the plan," Vivian agreed before ending the call. Starting her car, Vivian drove off, her mind racing with schemes. --- The Yubari King Melon, known as the world’s most expensive fruit, might have seemed extravagant, but the price of secrets and betrayal in the Hastings family far surpassed its value.

doing her homework. In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text. I typed in the password. Lana. The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision. The Black Ledger.

They were sitting a little far away from him though. Lisa was a little scared and asked, “Do you have anything to read?” Carl Black frowned and looked at her dubiously. He thought, after losing her memory, she might have developed an interest in reading books. He took a book out of his bag and passed it to her. Lisa’s eyes widened to see the book. He actually gave her a journal of physics. She thought he would give her a magazine or at least a novel. She looked at the journal dumbly, and then her eyes moved to Carl Black, only to meet his curious gaze.

It was the right guess. The laptop screen lit up again, revealing a folder titled “Project Umbra.” Her stomach lurched. This wasn’t just a document or some corporate files—this was something far more ominous. She clicked on it, holding her breath as the contents revealed themselves. The folder contained several subfolders, each with seemingly random names. But Isabella had learned to trust her instincts, and she immediately clicked on the folder labeled “Blackwood’s Archives.”

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

Stood outside of the large grey LAPD building and taking in the fresh air, staring at nothing in particular. The damp air inside the building was making me nauseous. How do the cops survive in there? Or was it just me? My phone suddenly buzzed in my front jean pocket, jolting me out of my daze. I took it out and looked at the caller ID. Louise boutique. I had made a purchase a few days ago for a black Kawaii dress. It wasn't anything special but just in case something comes up. And what do you know, it was the right timing.

We also had a golf course at the back of the house, and that was where i met with the publicist. She was already seated under the pergola, having a glass of juice. "Hi, Mr. Brex, my name is Lucy Harley." She said. We shook hands. She was young, beautiful and obviously had her career ahead of her. "I hear you're the best there is in House of Fenn." I said after we were both seated. "You heard correct, Mr. Brex, i cover publicity for hundreds of businesses in Manhattan, small and big." She replied "Hundreds, i never knew there were that large number of businesses running in Manhattan under one person." I replied, almost wanting to roll my eyes at the exaggeration.