The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited,...
The concept of genetic engineering is one that continues to unnecessarily frighten people. Personally, I don't know what the fuss is about. What kind of person in his or her right mind wouldn't actively strive for self-improvement? Only a total loser wouldn't. All of us try to do it in some way. We strive to achieve things. Make more money. Buy new cars. Mov...
My name is Jeremy Saint Pierre. A six-foot-three, kind of chubby but still handsome, short-haired black man with dark brown skin and pale brown eyes. At first glance, I seem like any minority youth in the big city. Strolling down the street in my black leather jacket, red T-shirt, blue jeans and Texan-style black boots. I'm thrice a minority, folks. And not...
Certain things must be imprinted in my DNA. I honestly think so. My name is Ramon Joseph. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend UMass-Boston, where I major in Business Administration. My avocation? I'm a Trickster. How else could you explain the situations I find myself so easily drawn to? Y...
Another night, another kill. Once the moon is high up in the sky, I can shed my disguise. I don't know why but the moonlight makes it easier to shift from one form to another. I could feel the full moon coming, since several days ago. It pulled at me like a magnet pulling on metal. And I cannot resist it any more than the sun could refuse to rise. Thus, I be...
My name is Kal and I was once known as Hercules, the God of Strength among the deities of the ancient Greek Pantheon. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, good-looking man with light bronze skin and pale green eyes in his early twenties. I currently inhabit the body of a former devotee of mine. Jared Floyd, a young man with amazing talents who hails from...
It was a dark and cold Halloween night and Lydia was walking in an alley outside of her apartment. She was your typical Goth with the white pale skin, black lipstick, and dark mascara. She wore a low-cut black sheer shirt with a red bra underneath that cupped her perky C-cup breasts, and black skinny jeans hugging her every curve. A 21-year-old senior in col...
Get out of the way! Damn, why don't people just get out of my way! I frigging hate these people who just stand there when I'm trying to get somewhere and I'm in a hurry. Fuck them! In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Jamella Hendricks. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, big-booty and very voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Bosto...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! To those of you returning to this story and thinking "What the hell happened?", don't worry. Long story short, I was unhappy with the way that my newest story was going, because I was limited by the standards that I had already set in my previous stories. This new version features many plot changes, with some new parts added in...
I honestly don't think prejudice will ever go away, man. My name is Jean-Pierre Clarence. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti, but raised in the town of Miami, State of Florida. I'm a U.S. citizen who's never forgotten his Haitian roots. By the way, I'm also a Werewolf. I have the ability to transform myself into a wolf. The type t...