Why Can't Black Noir Talk Novels & Stories

"You’ve never had a real high, Timothy. Not the kind that makes you forget your own name. Don't you want to know what it’s like to actually lose control?" "I’ve had plenty of offers," Timothy shot back, his jaw tight. "Usually from men who ended up with a bullet in their windpipe. You and Kan? You’re just two more names on a very long list of people I’m going to ruin." Kan Nelblack let out a soft, taunting huff from the corner. He was leaning against the dresser, watching the exchange with the detached interest of a scientist at a vivisection. "The bravado is cute. Truly. But we both smelled you back in Saati Town. You were practically vibrating."

He trailed off, clearly hesitant to continue. "After you went to the Black's, what happened? Were you hurt?" "Mr. Lucas Junior, do you really need to know? I..." It seemed Neil was hesitant to talk about what happened at the Black's, but this might be exactly what he had been trying to forget. Rizo couldn't find out what happened inside the Black's residence, and now I had a chance to quickly learn the truth. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. Besides, things seemed a bit different from what I imagined. Didn't Rizo say the Black's CEO was a typical mobster? Shouldn't things have been resolved with physical violence? Moreover, Neil was back, indicating the CEO harbored no murderous inten

I shot him a glare that could freeze hell over, but he just chuckled, clearly not buying it. I rolled my eyes. "Get out, D." Fucking bastard. Nikolai's chuckles cut off like he'd been slapped, the room going dead silent. He leaned in, his voice urgent and carrying a dark hint of menace. "Got more shit to spill, Axel. It's about Nilo Blackwood. Bastard's been ghosting everyone like he dropped off the face of the earth." "Vanished?" I shot back, my brows pulling together in a tight frown, the weight of his words hitting me square in the chest.

“I remember the bridge. I remember the blue pills. And I remember your voice on that recording.” *** Blackwood’s smile faded for a single second before he masked it with a cold, dry chuckle. “A pity you won’t live to testify,” Blackwood murmured, signaling the two enforcers near the door with a slight tilt of his head. “Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen. The ice is going to be very cold tonight.” Noah did not look at the guards stepping up behind his chair. He reached out with his right hand, picking up his crystal glass of water from the tablecloth. His fingers were perfectly steady, the heavy silver championship ring on his finger catching the chandelier light.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

“I will, if you agree to sleep with me; that is...if you don’t want your father to know who killed his best friend” His words sent a shiver down her spine as she wailed “you are blackmailing me..” “Oh good!..so you do understand how blackmailing works” he mocked her and the grip on her gun faltered. “M-My father won’t believe you” she said biting her lip, but wasn’t entirely sure of her statement. “He might have a hard time believing without a proof, so...I already took care of that” he pulled out his phone and turned the screen to her after pressing the play button on a video.

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

THIRTY ONE NALA POV Did this fucker just say "Nothing?" As in NOTHING? I mean I actually did hear him. I heard him when he said I was more than a collateral to him but then I was like unless the universe was glitching, such a word will never fall from Ivin fucking Blackhell's mouth. I didn't know asking him would cause him to retreat into his fucking ugly cold ass shell. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he brought out something from his pocket before putting them inside his ears.

Noah had hardly ever done that in quite some time. “There’s something you need to know, Lilith.” Lilith glanced briefly at Lucas, and their eyes met immediately. Lucas could clearly hear the entire conversation. Vampires. Their hearing is annoying. “Can’t we just talk about this over the phone?” “We can’t.” Noah’s voice was lower now. “Just for a moment.” Lilith bit her lower lip gently. She felt a wave of unease wash over her. But her curiosity also kicked in, and Noah seemed to sense it. Because a few seconds later, Noah spoke again.

The auctioneer casually shrugs. “If you don’t believe us, you’re welcome to inspect the records yourself. Anytime you want. We have everything documented—every crime, every victim, and every piece of evidence. Here at the Dark Knights, we don’t deal in rumors or half-truths. We deal in facts. And the fact is simple: Nolan Blackwood isn’t here because of bad luck or some conspiracy. He’s here because he deserves to be, just like everyone else before him.” Damon looks sick. He stumbles back, his hand raking through his hair as he stares at his brother, who’s now frantically trying to break out of the booth.