The Little Black Book Novels & Stories

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

“I need a date for an event tomorrow. Fundraiser. Art gala.” “And you’ve misplaced your little black book?” “No, it’s in a safe somewhere so that no one can ever get their hands on it and use it for evil.” “You use it for evil,” she said. “On occasion. But the real issue is that none of my black book entries are suitable.” “Well that sounds like an issue of taste to me,” she said. It bothered her sometimes okay, all the time that a man with his drive to succeed dated women who were such bubbleheads. But then, she didn’t imagine he was interested in the contents of their minds.

When breakfast was finally served, I pushed my food around my plate until the fairy eyed me suspiciously. “Why the long face?” she asked, slapping a spoonful of jam onto her own pancake. “The living book isn't helping,” I admitted. “I ask, it answers, but it makes no sense.” She tilted her head, then shrugged. “Well, you do know the book can take you back in time, don’t you?” I blinked. “What?” Her eyes twinkled as she chewed. “Mhm. We don’t have one here, but everyone in the magical circles knows about the living book. It carries timelines. It doesn’t just answer, it remembers.”

He pressed his signet ring—the one bearing the Hawke crest—into a circular indentation hidden beneath the velvet lip of the ledger stand. There was a mechanical thrum, a sound of heavy brass gears turning after decades of sleep. The top of the pedestal slid back, revealing a second, smaller ledger. It wasn't made of vellum or gold leaf. It was a simple, black leather-bound book, weathered by sweat and oil. "The Black Ledger," Ethan read the spine, his voice barely audible. He opened it to the first page. I looked over his shoulder, and the breath left my body. It wasn't a list of assets or land deeds. It was a list of names. Names of senators, judges, police commissioners—and next to each na

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

“Did he speak to you?” “Barely.” I looked toward the door. “Good.” She frowned. “Why?” “Because I don’t trust people who know everything about you and tell you nothing about themselves.” Ivy stared at me for a moment. “You really think they’re involved?” “I think we don’t know if they’re involved.” I glanced back toward the window. “That’s enough reason not to trust them.” Daniel returned with a small black drive in his hand. “Everything is copied.”

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

"Come on. I know what to do." "What?" I followed him out of curiosity and confusion. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked. "We need to get her out of your system." I didn't exactly like the sound of that, but if that meant I wouldn't feel as miserable as I was right now, I was tempted to give it a try. "How?" "It's time to use my little black book." A dangerous smile played across his lips. I let out a deep sigh. "Will that make me feel better?"

The Unspeakable casted again the detector. "The black book. The rest is clear." He pointed at a worn leather bound black thin book. The first Unspeakable, who was wearing the blue leather gloves, cautiously picked the thin black book. "'T. M. Riddle'. It seems to be a diary of sorts." She cautiously drops the black diary in the middle of the room, on top of a quickly conjured desk. The other Unspeakable then starts to cast diagnose spells at it. Erik cocks his head to the side and says.