This Man Isn't Black Novels & Stories

“No, I don’t” I started working and the day was going on fine till suddenly a man walked inside. He came directly to me and stood right in front of me. I stared at him. He was tall, with a muscular body, long black hair, beard, and his eyes were silver blue. He wore a white shirt and black old jeans giving him the bad boy look. He looked like that actor Jason Momoa “Yes?” I asked. He crooked a smile and said: “I am here for this”

"Good. You're still a fighter." I rolled my eyes, focusing on the man that stood next to him. He was handsome, but there was something off about him. He had black hair that was slicked back with a superman curl on his forehead. The sides began to gray. He had dark brown eyes, and the normal large wolf frame. A sharp jaw that was covered with a low cut beard that added to his charm. Even still, something nagged at me about this man. He stared at me. For a split second, his eyes held something close to want, before shifting to disgust. "And you are?"

I brushed myself off and looked up at the surface that had just knocked me down, but my eyes widened as I realized it wasn't a "it," but a "him," and that particular "him" didn't appear to be happy. I ignored the man's expression and began to carefully watch him. He was dressed all in black, with a leather jacket around his waist. Even though I could see his arm muscles through his jacket and his shirt was outlining his stomach, I could easily assume he had abs because the rest of his body that was visible was ripped.

She frowns a little, but he’s distracted by Kai. “Anthony, it seems we’ve found a little problem. And we could use your help clearing it up.” He inclines his head. Eliza takes a moment to look him over, when he’s not leering at her. He’s a black man, about five-seven, broad-shouldered and muscular. His head is shaved, he has narrow grey eyes, and a long straight nose. His lips are thick, and he seems to have a habit of licking them, a lot. Anthony nods,

That was what mattered most. Before anyone could say anything else, we heard footsteps crunching against the black sand. A man approached us. I was surprised to see someone who looked human. I had expected something ugly, terrifying. But he looked ethereal, dressed completely in black, his posture calm and elegant. His eyes glowed gold—not yellow, but gold. He might look human, but he definitely wasn’t. Not just because he wasn’t just handsome… he was beautiful. Unnaturally so. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop staring.

Third Person's POV "Your mom's second husband." That four-word sentence gives confusion to Sarah. "What? Are you serious?" the lady asked him. The man can sense that Sarah has a doubt on what he is saying. "Look, I am here to have some rest. And if you are here to disturb me, or if this is just a prank, please, stay away,” Sarah added with irritability in her voice. "This is not a prank," the man said. Sarah was stun for seconds. The way the man is talking to her, it is very firm and it looks like he is very serious about what he is saying.

How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant. "Just because you are black does not mean you are better than me. I dealt with several black men like you—thinking you're hot shit. Well, you are not! You are the scum of this earth! Always blaming white people for things not going your way. This world will not give you special treatment just because you are black. You have to earn it! But you nor any black man have earned shit! Stealing all the time, killing your kind, involving in gang activities, and raping women. All of you should be thrown in jail. I bet I got a bigger dick than you!" he explodes on him.

He then hooked his finger and said, “Come here. Come on, let’s talk as we walk, or it would be so boring.” The man in black was not surprised, as though he had already expected Javier to notice his presence. He shook his head. “I’m not going to talk to you. That wasn’t included in the service that I’ve been paid to do. You just go ahead and walk wherever you want to.” ‘A paid service that doesn’t include chatting. They’re a rather honest business.’ Javier questioned the man, “Does your service include being punched?” The man in black shook his head once again. “No, it’s not included. Plus, I guarantee you that you won’t get the chance to punch me.”

It was a sign that he was an old-time worker. This man was at least six-foot-three inches tall, towering over even me. He was buff—his biceps looked ready to burst out of his clothes. He sported an ill-cut buzzcut, with a scruffly-looking ginger beard. His left eye was a vivid, striking blue, while the other was pure white, as though he had cataracts. He grinned, revealing yellowish teeth. "Aiden Blackwood himself, live and in spirit." Joe immediately stepped forward as the man stopped before me. "Mitch, stand back!" He said, through gritted teeth.

the white man nodded his head. “Exactly; also we are talking about the Lightning Emperor over here!” the black man smiled before retrieving a betting slip from his pocket. “You really did bet on the Lightning Emperor,” the white man chuckled bitterly. “Why so bitter? Have yo already placed your bet?” the black man was quick to realize what was wrong and pointed it out.