Novels by F.BlackWood

Nikky’s POVI got into my car and drove to a nearby hotel, where I ordered their most expensive vodka and sat at their bar.When the bartender brought it, he shot me that look that nailed me to the cross of condemnation. I tore a more disastrous look at him, and he called back his senses. “Enjoy your drink, ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly.I poured from the bottle into my glass and drank it all at once. As the burn drove down my throat, it reminded me of the way Dane and I used to drink in his house, gist, and ended up fucking all night after we had both gotten drunk.He had told me how I was the only one who completed him and made him happy… I thought Dane would be my last date; I thought he was going to be the date that led to marriage, but unfortunately, a schoolgirl took him away from me.I took the glass and sipped heavily. My eyes had turned red and swollen, but I had always been strong. And I would definitely get over this after I must have treated the fucking ass of his so-c

Ava’s POVI entered the eatery; it was all beautified with red roses, candles, and all. There wasn’t any light. I walked in like someone who was being pushed from behind to walk.“Dane…” I whispered with a trace of shyness in my voice, and suddenly everywhere became bright.I saw Dane kneeling in front of me with a ring in his hand; three male chefs stood behind him. My heart flew; my mouth dropped open.“I want to spend the rest of my life with you… I know we are two different people, older to younger, and all of that. But I find my peace in you. Please, Ava, be my wife.”I suddenly began to sweat. The chefs behind him were all putting on a lovely smile. My eyes found the design on the wall that said, ‘Marry me.’Then I looked again at Doctor Dane; my legs began to shake, and the yes was so heavy in my mouth, it wouldn’t come out.I looked through the window briefly; a woman in red stood there, holding a phone up in her hands, with a balloon in the other hand. I allowed a small smile

Dr. Dane’s POVAfter the slap, Nikky quickly removed her singlet, grabbed my neck while I was still sitting on the chair, and pinned me to it, her naked chest pressed against my face, and I was forced to suck on the nipples for a moment. My manhood had swollen under my pants. She sat on my lap, and I could feel her butt pressing against the stiffness of my manhood. I carried her in that sitting position and placed her on the sofa. I removed her pants, and immediately she spread out her legs, allowing me to look at the beautiful red face of her inside. I took off my pants in a rush; my manhood came out strong, almost like an angry rod. Nikky grabbed it immediately and began to suck. I let out a thick moan.She gently massaged my manhood, and I couldn’t say no; the urge was so strong that I couldn’t resist. It had been ages since I last had sex with Nikky; she had been a bitch in bed, and that was one beautiful thing I loved about her. The next minute, I flipped her over, allowing her t

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

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