Novel & Cerita Urban Fiction African American

Marc sighed, adjusting his collar with all the effortless drama his short, styled hair and sharp brown eyes could muster. “You might be slumming it with us for 'the corporate experience,' but there are some things you still need to learn. And that man is at the top of the list.” “What do you mean?” I whispered, glancing around nervously. “Why are you whispering?” Sylvia laughed, shaking her head. “Everyone and their mother knows that Ethan Hades is the wildest playboy in both North and South America combined.” “What?!” My jaw practically hit the table. I genuinely had no idea.

The one who rises and shows they will lead and demand blood for those who cross us become untouchable. I’m that one. The demons may not have a true queen, but that’s exactly what I’ve become to those who inhabit the streets of Chicago, poised and ready to feed off all the innocence constantly wandering the streets. Large cities overpopulated, unassuming humans too enthralled in everyday life and attempting to find pleasure in touristy attractions make for the best snacks. We relocated here some decades ago, growing tired of New York City and the wolf packs lingering in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, constantly chomping at the bit to destroy another of my kind, my family.

Around here, Chantal and her mom had faced some not-so-nice things from the neighbors; maybe one of the reasons they'd left though they hadn't gone too far. I'll never understand that. How just a short distance away people could be more accepting than their counterparts. I looked back down the stairs tentatively until I realized what a ninny I was being. Mace is African American, and they all seem to get along just fine. Wolf, too looks like he's mixed with something other than European, but then again, I'm not sure he's not more Wolf than man. He, too, has some kind of strange energy around him.

“No, I think that’s it in a nutshell.” “So, this is as bad a position as African people and slavery.” “We predate their plight by several generations, but I can feel for them. We have shifters living in Africa. Lions, jackals, among others. Try being one of them. For the longest time, they feared shifting into human form. Hunted in both forms. Hated in both forms. I can shift into my human skin to hide from those who hunt wolves. That’s a privilege I have to live with.”

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

"A woman cum while being whipped." "I've seen it, Momma," Shasta said. "Scott is being truthful." Bernice looked at us in wonder. "Are all white folks this strange?" I was flipping the burgers the second time and adding the cheese. "Well, I don't think it's exclusive to whites. Rhonda is black. Dawn's Mistress has Indian, Japanese, Chinese, Swedish and Hispanic slaves. I know of another black slave, bonded to a Master. Zoe is a lawyer, Rhonda and another woman are police officer's, and they know of an FBI agent. I believe it cuts across all cultural lines, economic classes, and occupations. I don't think it's for everyone. Might be like sexual orientation. Maybe you're born one way or the ot

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Maybe he had some assignments that he needed to finish up. I got home and see that Miss Ronna and Liam is already sleeping soundly. I ate and went to bed as quietly as I could. It was past midnight when I was finally done and in bed. I took my laptop with me and read through some of the articles. I love to stay on top of current affairs. One of the articles was for a war that took place in South-Africa. They talked about werewolves and humans that went to war. What I could gather is that the humans were terrorizing other humans and even killing them. The supernatural world stepped in.

One fateful night, I tiptoed out of the hut with my belongings, not leaving out my money box, of course which contained but just a few shillings. I took them all with me and dashed out into the night. I came to an abrupt stop when I stood face to face with a clubhouse full of people who were partying so hard as though there was no tomorrow. They were all jollying and rocking with bottles of beers and wines in their hands while the women were seen almost naked doing their lucrative businesses, servicing the men. Men from the city usually came to the ghetto clubhouse after work every night because of the women prostitutes that Ajelli bred, to unwind.