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Chapter 23 - Secrets
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2026-10-29 18:26:40
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Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 41 - Monroe's POV.
Thank you for reading Never Trust a Blackwood. I have sat and laughed and cried writing this book and I have also been super excited to get Monroe and Cole's story in the works. Chapters will be released gradually as I write them and then look over them and correct anything I'm missing so bear with me but here is the first sneak peek to Never Follow a Saint. This book contains themes such as Morally black MMC, Stalking, Bullying, mental health reps and also talks of abandonment issues, family issues, grief and loss. PrologueMonroe’s POV 9 weeks earlier.My mother always hated the rain. She hated how it made her hair frizz after she'd spent an hour straightening it, she hated the smell of wet clothes that clung to you, and she absolutely fucking despised driving in it. She used to say rain made everyone on the road lose half their brain cells. If the weather forecast showed more than three days of it, she'd start looking at houses somewhere ridiculous like Spain and announce that w
Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 40 - Prologue
Roman's POVFive weeks laterIvy getting her cast removed should've been a fucking celebration. According to her, it was. According to me, sitting in a hospital room while some overly cheerful bastard took a saw to the thing that had been protecting the leg she nearly lost wasn't remotely celebratory, especially when she kept insisting she was fine every time she flinched. The cast came off three hours ago, and now she's back at my parents' house wearing leggings, one of my hoodies and the kind of expression that tells me she thinks being able to bend her knee without crying means she's completely fucking healed. Her ankle is still stiff, her muscles are weak from weeks of doing absolutely fuck all, and the doctors were very clear that taking the cast off didn't magically mean she could start wandering around like nothing happened. Ivy heard none of that, obviously. She heard cast off and translated it into freedom.She's currently proving that by attempting to walk from the kitchen t
Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 39 - I will not be happy
Ivy's POVPhysical therapy can go fuck itself. I understand that it's apparently necessary if I'd like to regain the ability to walk without resembling a newborn giraffe attempting its first steps, and logically I'm grateful that I'm able to do any of it considering there was a point where nobody could tell me whether the feeling in my legs would come back properly, but gratitude doesn't stop every muscle in my body from screaming by the time Mom pulls the car into the driveway. My left leg is still trapped inside a cast, my ankle has apparently joined the rebellion, and the wrist I use for my camera is healing slowly enough to personally offend me. The wheelchair waiting beside the car feels less like defeat now and more like the greatest invention humanity has ever produced, because if anybody asks me to stand again today, I'm committing a fucking crime.“Don't.”I haven't even touched the door handle.I look across the car at Roman.“I didn't do anything.”“You were thinking about
Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 38 - You. Are. Mine.
Romans POVI deserve the way she pulls her hand away from me. That's probably the worst fucking part of it, because every instinct I have is telling me to take it back, curl my fingers around hers and remind her that I've spent eight days sitting beside this bed waiting for the smallest fucking sign that she'd open her eyes again. But none of that changes what I said. It doesn't change the fact that the last conversation Ivy remembers before somebody ran her off the road ended with me looking her in the face and telling her she could never be mine. I told myself I was protecting her. Told myself pushing her away would put enough distance between Ivy and The Hollow that whoever had started watching her would lose interest. Instead, she left because of me, drove into a fucking storm and almost died because someone already knew exactly how much she meant to me.“You told me I could never be yours.”Her voice is still rough, quieter than it should be, but every fucking word hits harder th
Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 37 - A heart to heart
Ivy's POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is that my head doesn't feel quite as determined to murder me as it did the last time, which I'm choosing to take as progress considering the rest of my body still feels like somebody dismantled it, threw the pieces down a hill and then put them back together using instructions written in another fucking language. The second thing I notice is the sunlight coming through the blinds instead of the horrible fluorescent lighting that made me want to claw my own eyes out yesterday. Or maybe it was yesterday. Apparently losing eight days of your life does absolutely nothing for your ability to keep track of time. But it's the third thing I notice that has my eyes moving towards the chair beside my bed before I'm even properly awake.It's empty.For a few seconds, I just stare at it, and the disappointment that settles somewhere beneath my ribs is so immediate that I become annoyed with myself for feeling it. Roman doesn't have to be here eve
Never trust a Blackwood Chapter 36 - I told her I wouldn't leave
Romans POVI don't know how long I sit there after Ivy falls asleep again, but I don't move because she asked me not to and for everything I have put her through, this is the least I can do to show her I am sorry, and right now that request means more than every violent fucking thought tearing through my head. Her fingers are still curled weakly around mine, her breathing slow beneath the thin hospital blanket while machines continue making noises I've spent the last eight days learning. Every beep, every rhythm, every change in the heart monitor, every fucking alarm has had me looking up expecting someone to tell me she's getting worse and that there isn't anything they can do to save her. Now she's awake. She's breathing. She spoken to me. And somehow I'm more terrified than I was before because the words she gave me haven't stopped repeating inside my skull since she closed her eyes.Your father left him without his.I look towards the door, where my father disappeared less than an
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