Benjicot Blackwood X Reader Novels & Stories

I shot him and Sean a glance, hoping to get a clue of the new shift of atmosphere. “Chelsea,” the sexy man called. “Hmm,” I widened my eyes as cue for him to proceed. I’m starting to feel a little suspense and it’s pissing me off. Someone please show me Salvatore Moretti and Julian Blackwood so we can get to work. “I am Julian Blackwood.”

The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading. A record player in the corner spins something low and moody—old blues filtered through a modern vinyl crackle. Thorne Alexander Blackwood lounges on the arm of one couch, long legs stretched out, black leather jacket slung over the back. His dark hair falls into storm-gray eyes that still carry the faint red rim of vampire lineage, even in daylight. He’s sipping black coffee—straight, no sugar—watching the r

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

— Darren — In the morning, Henry and I began our work. He seemed like a jovial guy. His twin brother had been and still is Gamma of Blakewoods and had been Gamma himself since the formation of Blakemore. His brown hair barely had any grey in it, which was the opposite of his long shaggy beard. He looked like a man that has spent most of his life living in a remote cabin in the woods, and his clothes reinforced the image further.

With a dark, feral grunt, the massive Alpha violently threw his weight onto the steel bar. SCREECH. The sound of thick iron nails tearing out of cheap wood violently split the air. Jax stepped up right beside him, curling his massive, calloused fingers under the splintering wood where Fennigan had created a gap. With a synchronized, terrifying surge of pure werewolf strength, the two brothers ripped the entire top half of the lid clean off. The rough pine completely shattered, exposing the dark interior of the crate. And there he was. Damon Blackwood. The monster who had built a slaughterhouse under their feet. His skin was pale and waxy in the dim fluorescent light of the loading bay, his b

The metal sliced across Blackwood's cheek, drawing blood. He staggered back, cursing. One of his men rushed forward, grabbing her from behind. Juniper thrashed, elbowing him in the ribs. He grunted, but his grip tightened. Blackwood touched the blood on his cheek, his expression darkening. “You always were a fighter,” he muttered. Then he raised his gun. Click. Juniper braced herself. A Sudden Shift. “Step away from her.”. The voice was hoarse. Weak. But unmistakable.

Jasmine It had been three days for working for them, and I'd come to a minimum conclusion. Lucien Theron Blackwood—The silent and rude one. Micheal Valerian Blackwood—The overly organized one Archer Stephanos Blackwood—The one who seemed a little normal.

“Of course. The support will begin immediately. Investors will return. The market will settle.” “That’s all," I turned to leave, but Malcolm stepped closer. He placed his hands around my waist, pulling me to a kiss or God knows what. I looked at him sharply. “Don’t touch me", shoving his hands away. Malcolm laughed softly. “Still acting offended? After everything?” I pushed him away. “I did what you wanted. Don’t mistake that for permission.” Malcolm watched me walk out, still smiling. Ethan Blackwood is a high class gigolo. He doesn't take any responsibility neither does he know how to manage his father's company but knows every new hot motel with hot sluts available for sex with a penny.

Luca strode in, his expression grim. “We have a problem,” Luca announced. “And you’re not going to like it.” Bain leaned back, exuding the kind of patience that was more unsettling than any outburst. “Then don’t waste my time. Spit it out.” Luca tossed a burner phone onto Bain’s desk. “This just came in.” Bain picked it up, pressing play on the voicemail. A distorted voice crackled through the speaker. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you, Blackwood. And I intend to take something of yours in return.”

His eyes had completely disappeared into tiny crescent moons. My hold on the pillow tightened. Ding. Ding. I picked up my phone, staring at the notification illuminating the screen. A file Rita had sent me. I clicked on it, biting my lip and sitting up straighter as I read through it. The Blackwood family. Three siblings. Alicia Blackwood. The first Blackwood child. Thirty-six years old. Married to some old man who happened to come from old wealth too, sounded like a typical arranged marriage.