Novel & Cerita Benjicot Blackwood X Reader

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

Charlotte said from her bed. "Good morning to you too." I grabbed my towel. "No seriously, did you sleep?" She asked. "I got some sleep." I got up and grabbed my towel. "The dinner was a lot." "Yeah, you texted me Cyrus Blackwood is an actual demon at eleven-thirty and then nothing else." She pulled her knees up. "What happened?" "I'll tell you over coffee." I pushed my feet into my slippers. "You're warm," she said. I stopped. "What?"

He gave off such an intimidating aura but I didn’t let that rub off on me and his light brown eyes seemed to hold a lot of secrets that it suddenly reminded me of Julian’s eyes—I’ve been able to see his eyes up close. He opened up a mini box and brought out a brown cigar, signaled one of his men to light it up as he took a puff. “You must be Lexi,” Mr Blackwood said, how’s eyes trying to scan through me for a profile. “And you must be the someone high up who has interest in me…… What do you really want? I know that’s not what you’re interested in.” I answered without hesitation. “A fiesty one aren’t you?” Mr Blackwood said and took another puff of his cigar but now pouring himself some whisk

It has door knobs in a shape of wolf's head. Weird! "He is insi-"Chase can't finish his sentence as the door is flung open revealing the man,who has been haunting my memories and whose seeds are growing inside me. Alexander Blackwood. His eyes lands on me and for the moment,I forget the world around us including presence of Chase.His grey eyes has the shades of aqua blue this time.Probably he wore lenses but it doesn't falter the fact that he is the owner of the most enchanting beautiful eyes in the mortal world.

Felice and Jules stood by the bar talking in low tones to the wood nymph bartender, Kris. I walked up to them and tapped their shoulders. They turned around, looking up at me. "Well, if it isn't the man we've been looking for," said Jules. Felice gave him a pointed look, before focusing back on me with a strained smile. "Mr. Blackwood. It's good that you came right now." "What is it this time?" I slid my hands into the pockets of my shorts. "Well, we have just a little problem." "And what does it have to do with us?"

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

He stood behind me and ran two fingers through my pussy, chuckling when he felt how wet I still was. “Disgusting,” he murmured. “You’re still leaking my cum and you’re already wet again. What a filthy little slut.” He didn’t bother taking his cock out slowly. He just unzipped, lined up, and shoved back inside me in one hard thrust. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Blackwood fucked me like he was angry, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to keep me pinned to the desk. “Every day after your last class, you will come here,” he said between thrusts. “You will lock the door, you will bend over, and you will take whatever I give you. Do you understand?”

I plugged it into the encrypted terminal and waited. The file unfolded like a crime scene. Photos. Reports. Signatures. Diagrams. Project: NYX Subject 03: Ivy Sinclair-Blackwood I sat there. Frozen. Staring at the name printed in sterile black ink. Blackwood. Not Sinclair. Blackwood. My chest ached like something sacred had been torn out by force. I clicked deeper into the files. Embryonic development notes. Neural adaptivity scores. Trauma-resistance calibration. They hadn’t raised me.

she gestured to the symbols carved into the palms and chest "—were inflicted ante-mortem." "He was alive when they carved into him," Rick translated grimly. "Yes. And given the lack of defensive wounds, I'd say he was restrained or drugged." Dr. Patel leaned closer to examine the neck. "The precision here is... unusual and a lot more confident than the other three. As for the name, the Blackwood family is old money. If one of their heirs is returning, someone might have been looking for them for a long time. Well known for their antique and large art collections worldwide.”

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.