Novels by F.BlackWood

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 still be erect and refusing 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 utmost surprise, Nikky stood there, eyes swollen from crying. Her lips were a little bigger, and her face looked messy. This was how she always looked whenever she’d cried too much when we had misunderstandings or serious issues that 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, so she could inter

Dr. Dane’s POVI finished my shower and returned to the room with a towel around my waist. Ava had just taken hers and was seated quietly on 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 mysel

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.

Ava’s POV When I finally woke up, my blurry eyes took in the sight of a figure standing before me. When my vision finally cleared, I realized it was a strange lady whom I was just meeting for the first time. She had beautiful blonde hair, brown eyes, and glowing tan skin with nice curves. “Ava right?” She asked. “I’m Nikky.” She sounded nice but didn’t release her hand for a shake, probably because I had an IV (intravenous drip) fixed on my right hand. I didn’t reply to her, I was too weak to even say a word. She wore a shirt dress that had buttons from the chest to the end of the gown before her knees. The bet was tied to the front to hold up its fitting and the chest was unbuttoned. After observing her, I concluded that she wasn't a nurse or a doctor. “Who got you pregnant?” she questioned with narrowed eyes. It was then that my consciousness returned fully. Different thoughts began trooping into my head. Was I still pregnant? After the drug? There must be a mistake some

Ava’s POVHis gaze dropped when I thought he was close enough for a kiss. I stepped aside to let him in. He smiled as if to say thank you while he walked in. My heart sank as I shut the door.I walked over to the sofa and sank into the chair.“Got any plans for your birthday?” he asked, but only got a single nod from me. I thought faking another birthday would get him to notice me or perhaps satisfy the uncontrollable cravings that were gradually eating me up. Still, it only made my cravings even stronger.Bryan had brought up this plan before I left for the job, to see if Dr. Dane would fall for it and love me, but it seemed like the harder I tried, the more difficult it became.I had supported Bryan in his love affair with Tessa, so he promised to reciprocate it and help me figure out ways in which Dr. Dane could love me back or even make love to me. He said doctors cherished sex on birthdays more than casual days, and I ended up buying the idea of faking a birthday only to get to h

Ava’s POVI rushed outside to meet him while he was entering his car. “I’ll come with you,” my small voice said beneath my breath. He looked back at me, his eyes narrowing, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing.He remained silent while I hopped into the car.The silence between us stretched as he drove, but my conscience wouldn’t let it continue. Was he mad at me now? Was he tired of me already?I cleared my throat, yet my voice cracked as I spoke. “When was the last time you spoke with Bryan?”He kept his head straight, eyes fixed on the road. “It’s been a while,” he replied coldly.Apologizing would ease a lot. I knew I had not been nice and considerate enough. From the corner of my eye, I glanced at him repeatedly until I couldn’t hold back the words anymore. “I’m sorry about what transpired between us in the hotel room.” My voice trembled but was loud enough to reach his ears.My eyes were fixed on my nails as I went on. “I just didn’t know what to do or say.” I wiped my

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