The Man In Black Book Novels & Stories

Black finished what he was doing first before turning to him, his dark eyes staring right back into his. "I am who you don't wanna know. Because if I do tell you who I am, then you must die. Do you still want to know?" He started to move towards him, like a predator, and stepped slowly like a snail. Not even hurrying to his prey, as if he was sure he won't get anywhere even if he were to run. "Stop moving or I'll shoot!" he warned, gripping his gun tightly. Black continued to walk as if he didn't even understand his language at all. "I said to stop moving!" He was tempted and panicking when he didn't listen and just kept walking. He released a shot, Black sidestepped it. His speed so fast th

At the same time, there was a loud crash downstairs, startling both Winter and the black-clad man! "Frank! Help me!" Winter screamed on top of her lungs. The black-clad man then felt a terrible murderous presence behind him and turned to find a figure standing there. It was pitch-black, but the man's eyes somehow gleamed icily. Horrified and knowing that things had gone bad, the black-clad man tried to make the first move! Thud. There was a dull sound, and the black-clad man froze. He had no idea when Frank moved, but his knife was already gone.

The alley is narrow and damp, lit by a flickering security light. She hears it before she sees it. A grunt. A sharp breath. She sets the bags down silently and edges closer to the corner. The man who grabbed her is on his knees. Hands bound. Face bloodied. Two of Matteo’s men stand nearby, impassive. Matteo stands in front of him. Calm. Still. “I was drunk,” the man sobs. “I didn’t mean—” “That’s irrelevant,” Matteo says. “You touched someone under my protection.”

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

He drawled, his eyes on me. “Interesting.” I tried not to look up at his sweat covered shirt that clung to his body. He has a six pack, maybe even an eight pack, not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” His face remained impassive. I could hear mocking in his tone. He walked down the hallway with the towel hung on his shoulder. “By the way Red, the book is upside down.” I slammed the book shut, my face was filled with embarrassment. Other men wouldn’t point this out but he would. Josiah Blackwood is the bane of my existence. I growled tossing the book aside. He is so insufferable but apparently I was the only person who thought so.

“They’re hidden.” “Maybe we’re lost,” I muttered, doubt creeping into my voice. “We arrived in just two days. I thought it would take weeks to find something this sacred.” Zevarion remained calm. “The living book is always right.” I was about to argue, when a man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. One moment the forest was still, and the next, he stood before us, as if he'd stepped straight from the bark of the trees. His skin bore the texture of polished wood, veins etched like roots, and his eyes glowed faintly green.

He glanced toward the door like he was considering something, and for one moment I genuinely thought he was going to have them removed. Instead, the man in black reappeared from nowhere, picked the file up without comment, and held the open pages in front of my face. I stared at him. Did this man have a single functioning nerve of empathy in his entire body? For someone who looked like he was a Greek god, he was remarkably unbothered by basic human inconvenience. Mine specifically. I read the page anyway. Then I read it again. "You're not serious." "Would you like to rot in jail?" he returned.

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

He smiled, “Then by all means proceed.” She clicked play on the video. This time she tried to watch it detached. Like she was merely watching actors in a cheaply made film. She studied the details. The man in black was stocky, with almost black eyes. He spoke with no accent she could detect as he boasted about kidnapping one of the richest men in the city. He warned about what would happen if they didn’t play by his rules.

After all it is said that " birds of a feather, flock together." She followed Wilson into the office nervously. " president, Ms. Lucia is here " After PA Wilson said this, he turned and left. The door was gently closed again. At once, Lucia and the man sitting at his desk perusing some documents were left in the huge office. This was a masculine office, most of the furniture inside was black or grey. The color was simple and a bit dull. Only a few potted plants were placed to slightly alleviate its monotony. The man was buried behind the black desk .… Lucia sneaked a peek at him. She could feel the powerful aura he exuded.He was in good shape and was wearing a white shirt. Because he had his