Blackmain Stories

-My brother will kill you -I don't care ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆. For my Black girlies who are tired of only finding stories about Héctor where the main girl is white. Of course, my others queens, you're also invited to read this story! 🩷

You were always super nice to the robots around you even though very few could speak back. one day they get tired of being treated awfuly and start revolting. they treat you differently though

Chiasoka is a normal girl excited by college and all the things it comes with when she notices her dreams gets more disturbing by the minute. Writing it off as stress, what will she do when she realizes the past isn't the past... and it's trying to destroy her.

Olesya Lovie Darwin's life goes from sweets, cookies, and treats to murder, romance and mystery when one day bruised and handsome vampire, Atticus Westward shows up at her bakery's door. * UPDATES ON MONDAYS*

Every journey begins with a single step, though Chloe never imagined hers would lead her into the dazzling heart of Seoul's entertainment empire. She had crossed oceans with nothing but determination, her dreams tucked safely between pages of a notebook and the rhythm of hope pulsing in her chest. The world she was stepping into was not just about music, fame, and bright lights-it was about ambition, secrets, and unexpected connections. Behind polished glass walls and glittering stages, power and passion intertwined, drawing her into a story far greater than she had ever pictured. And it all began on a Monday morning-with a missed elevator, a masked stranger, and the first flicker of fate that would change everything.

In the fall of 1979, a singular life was changed forever, but no one else was safe from the guilt that eats everyone alive bit by bit. A friend group is torn apart by a secret no one is willing to admit. A town is almost completely in shambles and a life is on the line. A tale of mystery , crime , horror , friendship, love and dishonesty - Two Truths And A Lie. Come along on this murder/mystery thriller as we uncover the killer hiding amongst the sheep. ‼️ THIS STORY WILL BE UPDATED EVERY 2-3 WEEKS AT THE VERY LEAST. ‼️ ‼️ this book is not apart of a series/chronicles nor is it apart of my "LEECH" book series, this story/novel is a stand alone ( as of now) but additions are open to being added and/or changed ‼️ 🔪 this book has strong themes of violence ( ie, murder , crimes , slight cursing) along with lgbtq+ characters although this isn't a solely lgbtq+ themed book! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED ! 🔪

-Why do you want so badly to talk to me? His voice, usually cold and distant, was softer. He stood straight in front of me, his body casting a shadow that made me feel small under his gaze. Bright had always been difficult to approach, his words were often sharp, his presence intimidating and unpleasant, but today, there was something different, a tiny crack in his icy mask. -I hate being alone, I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. My eyes slowly lifted to meet his, a hesitation heavy with meaning in that simple gesture. So, I make sure others don't feel that way. His silence lasted a few seconds too long, as if he was weighing each of my words. -I like being alone. His face remained impassive. Usually, he responded curtly, shutting others out without explanation, but this time, he seemed to linger on his own words. -No one likes being alone, I said softly, not wanting to hurt him, but desperately trying to understand. He took a step closer, crossing that invisible line he never let anyone cross. His imposing stature forced me to look up to meet his gaze. -I do. This time, his tone was more assertive, but he seemed to struggle to maintain that facade. -But you're not alone, Bright. The words came out faster than I had intended. I knew they were risky, but I refused to watch him close off like he did with everyone else. He looked at me, and the silence stretched, heavy and thick, as if he was weighing something bigger than our simple words. His gaze rested on my face, sliding slowly, analyzing every detail as if trying to understand why I was insisting so much. Usually, he would have turned away, ignored my remark, but now, he stood there, his eyes tracing my features. He seemed to be searching every corner of my face for answers. -Why me, Aspen? His voice dropped lower, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow. This wasn't the distant and cold Bright speaking anymore. -Why not you Bright? 🩷For my black girlies 🩷