Zoey Johnson Blackish Novels & Stories

I will not be that insensitive man who never cares to know the desires of his girl… I gave her a smile even though I wasn’t exactly pleased with what I was going to speak. But I had to tell her about me. Only then she would know the real me. And suddenly, I wanted it to happen. I wanted her to know everything about me… “Well, my name is Zane Michael Black. I am the only son of Gabriel Black and Fiona Black. My father had always wanted to find his mate, and he searched for her for ten years before he finally found her. She was seven years younger than him, an orphan who was abused in her pack. When he found her, she was too timid and scared of her own shadow to trust anyone. It took him month

Theresa wheezed, rushing over to kneel beside me with her soft hands moving comfortingly inside my hair. I gasped, tears filling my vision as I scrambled away from the woman who towered above me like a wraith, her narrowed hazel eyes and long blonde hair billowed around her shoulders like waterfalls. “Listen to me, Elizabeth Milkhart, because I will only repeat this over your grave.” Cassandra Blackwood hissed, pointing one crooked black claw at me as a scream lodged in my throat.

I would like to create my own story sheet by helping Goddess Zoey's dream become the diva of heaven! I then admired Zoey's square face, topped by a firm chin with a strong jawline polish. It showed strength as well as confidence. Zoey's dense black hair, stretching long straight, fell to her back like the crown of a Javanese court princess. Zoey's two thick curves of eyebrows appeared to overshadow her two oval eyeballs. The eye color was hazel which people have often mistaken for brown or green. Every time Zoey looked at me, I always felt like she was a Balinese dancer who has a kind of resignation and sincerity.

I say unwavering “...I know you are scared, hurt and angry at the same time Hermione. But please do not give up on this chance of happiness. Please...” Ezli cries “I wish not to talk about this again.” I say shutting Ezli out. Dris nods, pointing to me “She'll do?” I hear him faintly whisper to Blacktooth “Of course, certainly. She'll do just fine.” Blacktooth smirks I'll do just what? “Alright, let's go in.” Blacktooth says, approaching me. I take in his facial features under the dim yellow light outside the building, and I just cannot help but wonder if he is called Blacktooth because of the black teeth at the lower-case region of his mouth.

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

Luckily, it was empty, so they changed into the Black Organization’s all-black uniforms, covering their faces with triangular cloths, leaving only their eyes visible. “Hey, you!” They froze when someone called from behind. Zayne reached for his gun, but Zoey stopped him and turned. Three Black Organization members stood there. “Hurry! The leader called us. Where do you think you’re going? This way!” Zoey and Zayne exchanged glances, nodded, and followed—but in a flash, they slit the men’s throats, killing them instantly. After hiding the bodies and taking their Ids, they confirmed there was a meeting, meaning the area they needed—the secret room marked on the blueprint—would be empty.

The timid Xavia grabbed Zivon directly as she jumped on him. She was walking behind him just now, so as soon as she jumped, she jumped onto his back directly, like a koala bear who was lying on his back. Zivon was speechless. How old was she? She was still so childish? The light in his hand moved and shone brightly on the moving object. “Woof!” A dog barked. “It’s Blackie.” “…” Xavia opened her eyes and looked at the big and black Blackie who was sitting on the ground. Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. She was extremely embarrassed!

Raven black hair tumbled over tan shoulders, stopping only when it reached his torso. He had eyes of truest amber and they were so cold, Zoey shivered. Her eyes trailed along the elegant lines of his face and she found that she couldn’t draw her gaze away from him.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.