Black Stories

I felt his hand as it gently pushed the strands of hair that were blocking his view of my face, behind my shoulder. The action caused his fingers to involuntarily graze my jawline and neck making me stiffen. The short contact left my body feeling warm and my breathing to suddenly turn irregular. "I think you look beautiful." He said in that deep, soft voice that made me feel funny. I could still feel his fingers in my hair as they now seemed to instinctively move around the strands. "Thank you.." I whispered, surprised at how softly it came out. Could he even hear it? "My pleasure mamas." He replied, giving me my answer. The words leaving his lips sounded so good that I had to look to make sure he'd actually said them. Before I knew it my body was slowly leaning towards him and even in my dazed state I didn't miss his inching towards mine. • • • Follow Athena Kingman as she experiences life and love in ways that she's never imagined before. This is the story of a young woman growing and learning what it means to fully undergo all of the "New Heights" that come with living out your own journey and the stories friendship, companionship and self-love bring about. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the image used to make the cover photo. No need for copyright infringement. BWHM (Black Woman Hispanic Man) BWBM (Black Woman Black Man) BWSM (Black Woman Spanish Man) TEASER CHAPTER IS UP Still adding and editing.

"Secrets have a way of staying unseen... until they don't."

Après une rupture douloureuse, Maeva quitte tout pour recommencer ailleurs. Nouvelle ville, nouvelle vie, plus d'attaches. Elle veut juste respirer, se retrouver, oublier. Mais sa rencontre avec Joshua, le frère de son amie, va tout bouleverser. Calme, attentionné, lumineux... il éveille en elle des émotions qu'elle croyait éteintes. Et si l'amour revenait là où on ne l'attend plus ? Une histoire de renaissance, de confiance et d'espoir celle d'un cœur qui apprend à battre à nouveau. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚-𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐚

𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 grew up with the Tonks after Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban. She lived as the daughter of the mass murderer and the last named Black to ever live. Sorted into Hufflepuff and originated from the house of Black, she was seen as a dark witch and a threat. A girl who carries the burden of her own blood and a girl discovering the truth about herself, her fate and prophecy. Story of a Hufflepuff P.S: Umbrige dies in my fanfic OC X Cedric Diggory slowburn

"You're the goodest bad girl I've ever met."

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚜 y𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜... 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 {𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚘𝚌} {𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊} {𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 1 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜}

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Caleb Sieks joins seven other students at Morpal's Academy. During their time there, they learn of an object that could result in catastrophic consequences if fallen into the wrong hands. They seek it out, but only after Caleb deals with his past demons.

Breanna thought she had her future figured out. Engaged. Planning a wedding. Building a life that looked perfect on paper. But when an afternoon at an art gallery reignites her love for writing, unexpected friendships and chance encounters begin to make her question everything she thought she wanted. Sometimes the greatest love story isn't about finding the right person. It's about finding yourself first.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black had only one rule that truly mattered. Perfection. Perfection in blood. Perfection in manners. Perfection in reputation. Weakness was unacceptable, and love was earned through obedience. Regulus Arcturus Black had learned that lesson long before he understood what it truly meant. He was the perfect son. Quiet. Polite. Brilliant. Everything the House of Black expected him to be. To Walburga Black, he was everything Sirius had failed to become. Her only son. No one noticed the loneliness hidden behind careful grey eyes or the pressure that came with carrying the Black name. Because perfection was only another kind of prison. Then came Hogwarts. For the first time, Regulus found himself surrounded by people who didn't know who he was supposed to be. Among them was one boy-a classmate he first approached because they were paired together in lessons. It was never meant to become anything more. But conversations turned into laughter, awkward silences became comfortable ones, and the walls Regulus had spent years building slowly began to crack. For the first time, someone saw him-not the perfect heir, not the pure-blood son, but simply Regulus. Perhaps there was more to life than duty. Perhaps the darkness surrounding him wasn't endless. And perhaps, even in the darkest corners of the House of Black... ...a single star could still find its light.

She's a creative soul. A dreamer, just like her name. A woman made of storm, wrapped in wildflowers . Her name is Hayal Ndou, and she's a black woman in the apartheid era. He's a depressed, exhausted soul. An empath born on the wrong side of history. Forced to wear a badge he cares nothing for, and carry a weight that isn't his. He is a war wrapped in bandages. His name is Gabriel Smith, and he is a white man. How can love bloom in soil soaked with hate? In an era where your only crime is being black in an all-white area, and being white in an all black area. Fists talk. Blood is louder. So how can love find a place here? And if it does... will it survive?

Everyone knows that he doesn't want love, only sex, after what happened, a certain female ends up in his arms wanting nothing but love and security adversity for the sake of love, whether unseen scars or visible wounds,

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Tiana Ivy Jones doesn't do boxing. She does 5am prep, cast iron skillets, and her grandma's "no substitutions" rule at Ivy's Table - the most famous soul food spot in Treme. At 23, she's shy, plus size, and more comfortable behind the pass than in a crowd. Her world is collard greens, peach cobbler, and the two women who raised her when her parents didn't. Cassius "King" Monroe doesn't do quiet. He's 27, 6'4", 33-0, and the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. Born in Crenshaw, raised in gyms by his dad - the most famous boxer ever - Cassius has been fighting his whole life. When his team ships him to New Orleans for 4 weeks to train for his next title defense, the plan is simple: no distractions. Then he walks into Ivy's Table. She doesn't know he's the champ. She doesn't care about belts or ESPN. All she sees is a quiet man in Table 12 who orders dry chicken and says "thank you ma'am" like his mama raised him right. He doesn't know peace until he hears her humming in the kitchen at midnight. The problem? Fight week is coming. And when the world finds out King Monroe is eating at Ivy's Table every night, Tiana's safe, small world turns into a circus. Paparazzi. Groupies. Her aunt playing matchmaker. His dad calling her a "distraction." His little brother adopting her as his new sister. Tiana didn't sign up for spotlights. Cassius didn't sign up for softness. But in a city built on heat, faith, and second lines, love hits harder than a right hook.

When you steal from the chief, you better pray he never finds out. Phat and Wop pull off the kind of lick that could change everything-robbing one of the Southside's most feared and respected drug dealers. The problem? The man they just crossed runs the streets, controls the money, and has eyes everywhere. To stay alive, the two play it cool, blending into the hustle and even getting close to the very man they robbed. But secrets don't stay buried in the city for long. And when Phat starts falling for the drug dealer's sister, the game turns dangerous in a whole new way. Love, loyalty, and survival are on a collision course-because in this city, one wrong move isn't just the end of your hustle. It's the end of you.

Title PREFACE DAWN OF THE WHITE MAN DAWN OF THE WHITE MAN (A striking, layered title that hints at history, loss, and prophecy.) Background Preface: An apocalypse does not always announce itself. Sometimes it arrives aboard a ship. Sometimes it carries medicine in one hand and a treaty in the other. Sometimes it smiles. This is the history of what we suffered. Africa's apocalypse is not yet to come-it is here. The second coming of Christ will not save us from the Armageddon brought by the white man. While Africa prays, she has lived in an apocalypse since colonial arrival. But who made him-God or Satan? Are there multiple gods? One question leads to another, back to the beginning: God's first creation, God's first machine. They came and asked land upon which to build a house of prayer, a warehouse and just a harbour. Then, one morning, the visitor raises his flag upon your shore and informs you that the land beneath your feet has always belonged to him. A black man asks: What did we ever do wrong? What gave them power over us? Is this our fate forever? Should God ask why He created any of them?

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After years of brutal bullying and loneliness, Jeon Jungkook makes a desperate wish for the people who ruined his life to suffer. A devil answers. Kim Taehyung enters Jungkook's world with black wings, dangerous smiles, and promises of revenge. But as enemies begin falling one by one, revenge slowly turns into obsession... and love. 🥇#1 Yoonmin out of 38.4k 🥇 SIDE SHIPS :- #YOONMIN #NAMJIN WARNING ⚠️ #Dark themes #Bullying #Depression and emotional trauma #Panic attacks #Violence and revenge #Supernatural elements #Toxic/possessive behavior #Manipulation #Angst #Strong language #Blood/injuries #Boy×Boy