Novel & Cerita Benjicot Blackwood X Reader

He drawled, his eyes on me. “Interesting.” I tried not to look up at his sweat covered shirt that clung to his body. He has a six pack, maybe even an eight pack, not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” His face remained impassive. I could hear mocking in his tone. He walked down the hallway with the towel hung on his shoulder. “By the way Red, the book is upside down.” I slammed the book shut, my face was filled with embarrassment. Other men wouldn’t point this out but he would. Josiah Blackwood is the bane of my existence. I growled tossing the book aside. He is so insufferable but apparently I was the only person who thought so.

Maybe I’ll stand there and watch everyone else be claimed while I remain unchosen, unwanted. I swallow hard and carry a tray of drinks across the room, pretending my heart isn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. Then the door at the far end opens. The room goes quiet in a wave. He walks in like he owns the floor, the walls, the air. Liam Blackwood. Future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair pushed back carelessly, eyes the color of a storm over the mountains. Power rolls off him in waves, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin.

Olivia stepped further inside, breathing in the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. She moved along the rows of shelves, her fingers lightly trailing over the spines of various volumes until she found what she was looking for—a large, worn book bound in leather, its cover bearing the emblem of the Blackwood family. The title read, The Lineage of the Blackwood Alphas. With a deep breath, she carefully pulled the book from the shelf and carried it to a nearby table. Settling into a chair, she opened it gently, the pages brittle with age.

he cut me short with a quick twist of his head. I smiled. “Or maybe she told me everything, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Mr. Blackwood.” He scoffed and shook his head. “I didn’t realize that you two were BFF’s now.” I paused and stared into his eyes. Was that jealousy that I was seeing? “Why? Are you jealous?” I teased. “You know she is Bisexual, right?” he asked coldly. “Uhhhhh… So you are Jealous after all? Scared that she would steal me away?” I joked.

And tonight… that same man… took Scarlett from me. My head spun. The room felt like it was tipping. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. There had to be a different Victor Blackwood. There had to be more than one man with that name in this huge city. With a shaky finger, I scrolled down the page. There were more links. More articles. Blackwood Bikers. is that way Scarlett drives a bike most times or the guy who had come to pick her up on the first day of school also drove a bike. I kept asking myself these questions as I scrolled down to check for more pictures

Still holding on. I didn’t say it out loud, but a promise echoed in my chest. I’ll find out who did this. To the witches. To Maya. -- The door creaked. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. That arrogant stride, the faint scuff of boots, the lingering scent of cedar and smolder, Tyler Blackwood had entered the library like he owned it. Again. “Figures you’d be hiding in the one place no one wants to be,” he said, his voice echoing off the shelves.

Leo yelled, stepping forward. Blackwood pulled out a small, snub-nosed steel revolver. The dull grey metal gleamed under the harsh fluorescent tube lights overhead. His hands shook violently as he raised the barrel, pointing the sight straight at the center of my chest. Jax lunged forward, but Blackwood snapped the barrel toward Jax’s face. “Stay back, Miller! One more step and I put a bullet in his ribs!” Jax stopped, his boots skidding on the concrete, his face going pale as he held his arms out to shield Leo behind his broad frame.

“I own you. Everything about you. Your hands. Your blades. Your nights. Your secrets. You work for me.” Tension coiled in my gut. “What do you want?” “I heard news.” He said, circling me slowly, predatory, never touching but close enough I felt the heat from his body. His breath brushed my neck as he paused behind me. “Unpleasant ones, Raven. You’ve been playing in someone else’s sandbox. Damien Blackwood’s little playground. Letting rich men drool over what belongs to me.”

Let him think I was just a frightened girl who signed because she had no options. Because the moment I walked into whatever room Damien Blackwood had prepared, he was going to regret the day he decided I was something he could own.

Heather didn’t move—but the door slid open just an inch more. And then we saw him. Tall. Muscular. Tatted. Shirtless. A gold chain rested against his collarbone. His jaw was sharp enough to cut through glass. And those eyes—dark, intense, familiar. My blood ran cold. “No way,” Vanessa whispered under her breath. Because standing behind Heather…The man in the hotel room with the scandalous, missing Hollywood starlet…Was Julian Moretti Blackwood. Alexandro’s rival. The one person he warned me never to cross. The reason half the East Coast sleeps with a gun under their pillow.