Novels by F.BlackWood

Dr. Dane’s POVI stood broken, sick, and tired as I stared at the gift on the table. I took a seat, and just then, a knock came from outside, followed by the door opening.It was an appointment I had with a patient. I sat up, cheering myself the moment I heard the door slam behind her. I kept the gift in my drawer.She sat opposite, passed the file to me and I went through it. My head was so messed up that I almost wanted to postpone her appointment for another day, because today just wasn’t it for me.“So how do you feel after the last treatment? Any complaints, improvements, or anything?”“No doctor, it’s just that I get aroused with anything. I mean anyone…” she said with a hint of seduction in her eyes.I blinked twice and looked away, pretending to be too distracted with the file in front of me. “Well, that’s not an issue, I mean, it’s not a medical issue…. It’s something you have to work on personally,” I said without looking at her. “But how, Doc…I mean… I just…” she said with

Dr. Dane’s POV I walked hastily toward the hospital gate, my mind running through a dozen possibilities of what Nikky could be planning. Now she suddenly wanted to “surprise” me at my workplace, after I hadn’t seen her in days. My steps were accompanied by uneasiness along with a racing heart. The sun was still up, its harsh glare spilling over the parking lot as I turned the corner and came to a halt. Before me stood Nikky, glamorous, confident, with a devilish smile stretching across her red lips. She wore a tight red gown that hugged her curves, and behind her were four young men holding instruments: a violin, a keyboard, a drum, and a saxophone. Then the music started. A soft rhythm filled the air, blending with the saxophone’s tune. One of the men began to sing in a mellow voice, calling out my name and wishing me a happy birthday. I blinked, my birthday? For a brief moment, I stood still, trying to recall the date. My mind was blank until it hit me: it was my birthday. I h

Dr. Dane’s POV I raised one of her legs to allow my manhood to slide easily into her. Shivers ran down my body the moment her vagina took all of it. Ava was so tight down there, and Nikky was in no way close. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. I pinned her to the bed and rode a little faster. She gripped my neck, staring into my eyes and pleading with me to go harder. I pulled out like a horse, carried her out of the bed, and let her bend over while standing so that I could go in from behind. I slotted my manhood into her, fucking her and spanking her ass. She reached for my dangling balls and started massaging them while I fucked her. To make it spicier, I let her sit at the edge of the bed, her legs spread out and revealing the red face of her wet core. She began to stimulate her clit the moment I positioned her legs the way I wanted them. I stood between her thighs, sank my curved manhood into her, and I could feel it hit a different spot. Ava cried softly and rushed to l

DR. Dane’s POV “Are you alright, Ava?” I asked calmly. She blinked twice, a reminder that she was sane. I quietly pulled away from under her weight, and she lay naked on the bed, eyes still wide open. I wasn’t cool anymore, as Ava had succeeded in arousing me, causing my manhood to remain erect and refuse to go under my pants; even after it went under my pants, its stiffness was obvious. Just then, an unfriendly knock tore through the door. Ava’s eyes widened, and I stood still. “W…who the hell…” I said as I reached for the handle. I opened it, and to my surprise, Nikky stood there, eyes swollen from too much crying. Her lips were also swollen, and her face looked messy. This was how she always looked whenever she had cried too much, especially after we had misunderstandings or serious issues that almost affected our relationship. After opening the door, I stood there, shocked. She knew it was just what she was thinking because the look on my face said it all. Nikky knew me too well

Dr. Dane’s POV I finished my shower and returned to the room with a towel around my waist. Ava had just taken hers and was seated quietly at the edge of the bed, her hands folded across her lap. Her eyes avoided mine each time I looked her way. There was a soft knock on the door, and the cook’s voice came through. “Sir, the dining table is ready.” Ava rose immediately and walked behind me as we made our way to the dining. The table was neatly set, two plates of food steaming, cutlery placed beside each. We sat across from each other, and the silence between us grew deeper. She ate slowly, barely raising her head. I forced myself to chew, even though the food tasted like sand in my mouth. When we finished, I stood up and told her to wait. I walked down to the bar, picked a bottle of vodka, and returned with one glass. She was still seated, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she were just meeting me for the first time. We returned to our room to at least have some privacy. I poured m

Ava’s POVHe helped me to sit in the chair opposite his, and I could feel my heart pounding from intense pain and anger, or something that looked like that.“How do you feel now, Ava?” he asked, but I couldn’t reply. He cleared his throat. “You never told me you took drugs to flush out the pregnancy, but I found out myself. Ava, do you want to kill yourself? What do you think you’re doing to yourself? What if the baby is affected in any way? What would you have done?”“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, not knowing where the courage came from. Dr. Dane’s eyes widened. “Are you mad at me, Ava?”I was quiet; one voice said I should pour out my heart and tell him how long I have been nursing feelings for him. Tell him I love him so much, but won’t I look stupid and cheap again doing that? It’s clear that Dr. Dane doesn’t love me; he sees me as his kid sister and that’s all. To make matters worse, he is even engaged.“Ava,” he called again, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Mrs. McAdams’s POV “The whole story got to me, Aria, how did you end up here?” “I don't know either, I can't tell, Nana. I’m so glad you came through for me.” “Blake told me about it and I decided to check on you. I now work here, in the daycare,” I said, pointing at the back. “Aria, don't tell me everything I heard was true?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of disappointment. “I trained you to be better, I trained you to be smart and strong. How could you even accept a job like this? A job that exposes your terrible past. We all know that when Ethan grows up he will definitely find his mother; but look now, you got yourself in a mess you may never be able to come out of.” Aria began to fidget, “What should I do now, Nana? They’re taking Ethan far away from me and you know I can't live without my boy,” her brows raised slightly. I pulled her in for a warm embrace. I remember those days, when Aria was still in my foster home before a newlywed couple came to adopt her. Ari

Aria’s POVI couldn’t sleep last night. The dream came again, but this time it was clearer and stronger.I saw the boy, his little smile, his laugh, the pain, the hospital, the screaming. Then everything went dark.But then, I know the truth. The boy is mine. Ethan is my son.That morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see him, hold him, and hear him call me Mom. I went back to Westwood Biotech. I knew it was risky, but I didn’t care. I had to do it.I wore a black hoodie and sunglasses. I took the back door and of course, remembered the codes; I worked there once, before all this madness started, before they took him.I made my way to the lab. Helena was there, like always. She looked up and froze when she saw me.“Aria?” she said with surprise in her eyes.“Where is he?” I asked, stepping closer. “Where is my son, Ethan?!”Her hands shook. “So you finally came back? You’re not supposed to be here…”“You lied to me!” I shouted. “You said he died! You said it was over!”“I was

Chloe’s POV “She’s remembering too much. She’s being moved tonight.” That was the message I got. No name. No number. Just a single line. I stared at my phone, my hands shaking. I read it over and over, hoping I misunderstood. But no. The words stayed the same—cold and final. “She’s being moved tonight.” I jumped off my bed and grabbed my coat. “Where are you going?” my roommate, Jenny, asked. “I have to find Aria.” “Now? Chloe, it’s past midnight!” “I don’t care. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Jenny sat up on the couch. “Is it about that job again?” “Yes. I just got a text. It says Aria is being moved tonight. She remembers too much.” Jenny frowned. “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” The roads were dark and empty as I drove to Westwood Biotech. My mind kept replaying her voice from earlier—whispering, scared. “Chloe… did I ever… have a baby?” That question broke me. I knew Aria. She’d been my best friend since high school. We tol

Helena’s POVI’ve worked with Liam Westwood for seven years. He’s rich, smart, and secretive. Everyone sees him as a billionaire genius, but I’ve seen his other side, which hides behind labs and locked files.The file in my drawer has Aria Sterling’s name on it.A coded tag on the vial. A signature on the injection form. Her eyes blinked slowly as the drug took hold. Her hand drifted to her stomach, then fell off.She left the facility with nothing in her eyes. No memory of the room, the machine, or the promise she whispered before the lights went out.I locked the file, washed my hands, and told Liam it was done.And for a while, it was.Years passed before Aria Sterling walked into Westwood Biotech, unknowingly uncovering buried secrets from a long-time experiment that went wrong.I was shocked when Liam asked me to bring Aria back into Westwood Biotech.“What?” I had blinked at him across his office table.“You heard me,” he said without looking up from his laptop.“Liam, are you s

Liam’s POV“She was in the lab earlier today, but I think she’s left now,” Dr. Helena said through the phone. “Though, I am keeping a close watch on her,” she added.I sat up straight in my chair, turning to face the monitor. Aria stood near the glass counter, looking at the samples with those same deep eyes I once knew so well. My heart clenched as I watched from the replayed CCTV footage—what had already been recorded hours earlier.“She doesn’t remember anything,” I whispered to myself.Years ago, we lost everything. Aria was part of a dangerous experiment. It was called the Surrogate Project. It wasn’t just science—it was pain, risk, and sacrifice.We shut it down after so many things went wrong. She was the only one who survived. But she forgot it all—me, the truth, and our child.Yes, our child.The little boy downstairs, the one who plays with puzzles in the daycare, is our son. She doesn’t know.She can’t remember giving birth. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her—not now, not

Aria’s POVIn the lab, I sat on a chair facing the computer screen after collecting frozen blood samples. I ran a test and waited for the screen to finish loading.Within seconds, something popped up that caused my mouth to drop open. The result of the DNA test I just carried out matched mine. “What!” My eyes narrowed as I leaned forward to look again.I had been asked to create a genetic profile for a random child whom I hadn’t seen or whom I didn’t know. I took instructions from Dr. Helena, an old hand in the game and the senior scientist in Westwood Biotech.But something must be wrong somewhere. I clicked on another file, it opened and I read, “child 47 blood sample matches unknown.”Unknown?I stood up and stepped back, eyes narrowing at the screen.I walked towards a small shelf by the corner of the lab, and searched through the files when my hand touched a file and I read the tag in a rush: “Child 47– Ethan Westwood. Survival of a deadly experiment.”I was about to read that ag