This Man Isn't Black Novels & Stories

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.

~ ANASTASIA ~ “Anastasia Zhukov?” The unfamiliar man asks and I shrug casually but warily. I turn fully to him, leaning against the edge. “Yes. That's me? Do I know you?” He steps away from where I believe he was hiding and I assess him. Black shirt. Black pants. Loafers. Bald. Big. Scary. I can't get his eyes colour but he looks… bland at most. And almost scary.

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

Standing before them was another man and unlike everyone else here, he immediately drew my attention. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and strong. His dark hair was tied into a loose bun at the back of his head. Black clothing covered his frame, similar to the warriors who had escorted us earlier. Only he carried no insignia, no medal, and no rank. Nothing. His eyes found mine. Black. Not merely dark. Black like endless voids with no beginning and no end. A chill ran through me. I was afraid. Terrified, if I was being honest. If this man wanted to hurt us, he could.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

The last question did confuse me a bit. "Alpha Grayson and Alpha William, how do you plan on keeping your mate tamed , since she does not know our ways or laws?" A man with a thick Egyptian accent asked. "We do not have to tame her, but our laws will be taught to her. If that is all, we can now enjoy the rest of our night. Enjoy the ball" William said and music began to play again. As we walk off stage a man and women greet us. The man had gold-ish eyes and the girl besides him had raven black hair with a busted lip and bruises al over her arms and shoulders.

Penn raised an eyebrow in question but the man did not notice, he just went ahead talking and listing the specifications of things he was wanted Penn to have and collect from Cain, most of it were information but Penn had made her mind up to say no. “My answer is no.” Penn cuts him short as the man look turned startled like he could not believe that Penn had the mind and the audacity to open her mouth and tell him no. “Excuse me?” The man asked in disbelief. “My answer is no, I am not interested in doing that since it is purely suicidal and even if it was not, I still would not so it.” Penn shrugged. The man looked confused, “Why would you not?” “Because I do not like you.” Penn said simply,

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

A smooth, deep voice spoke from just behind me, “You're quite right, Miss. You could be a sommelier.” I instinctively turn to the voice. My eyes lock with his. Wow! The man before me, dressed in a fine black suit, has a head full of silky hair that's blacker than a starless night. His dark tendrils frame his pale, chiseled face, with plump pink lips, to boot. His eyes are bluer than any ocean that I have seen. I wish I could see him without the mask. He's a God among men, and way out of my league. Hell, he's not even in the same sport! He says, “Pardon my manners. I am Vincent Black.”

A young Black man in a crisp white shirt and black pants strode toward them, a backpack slung over his shoulder, confidence in his step. “How are you doing, ladies?” His smile was gentle, his tone smooth. Lily exchanged glances with her friends. None of them responded. The man extended his hand toward Lily, waiting for a handshake. She didn’t take it. Her eyes narrowed, one brow raised, gaze fixed on him. His hand hung awkwardly in the air. “What do you want?” Megan’s voice chimed in, sharp, protective. “A name would be nice,” the man replied, still smiling.