Benjicot Blackwood X Reader Novels & Stories

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.

Dominic Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing frame filling the entrance. Unlike the disheveled Reynolds family, he looked immaculate in a charcoal suit. His storm-gray eyes swept over the scene, taking in everything with a single glance. “This is a private family matter," Victoria hissed, lowering her hand slowly. "You have no business here." "On the contrary." Blackwood stepped into the room, moving with the confident grace of a predator. "When someone catches a woman who's been pushed through a window, I believe that creates a certain responsibility."

But that didn’t matter. Because I knew Jacqueline better than anyone. I knew how her voice trembled when she was on the edge of giving in. I knew how she hated conflict, but burned with loyalty once she made up her mind. I also knew something else: Blackwood was hiding things. He wasn’t clean. Not in the way she thought. Not in the way he presented himself. No man like him, so pristine, so composed, ever was. He had shadows. Deep ones. And I’d find them.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

he muttered. “The list of councilmen in Blackwood clan,” I answered distractedly. “But it won’t help. We need Darkfire clan records. I doubt I have anything from them.” Rowan rolled his eyes and turned another page lazily — then suddenly froze. “Hey…” His voice sharpened. “Come look at this.” Kai and I rushed over. Rowan shoved the book toward us, pointing to a name written neatly on the yellowed page. Councilman Bernard Sawyer — under King Alexander Blackwood.

Jace stammered, backing up until his hips pressed against the flour-dusted kitchen counter. "The Young Alpha," Iverton said, stepping closer, his sharp eyes examining Jace’s flustered face. "You test him. You push him. You run from his chambers, and then you hide in the dark with pantry maids, hoping to play the part of a normal, untouched Null. Do you not know who Elias Blackwood is? Do you not hear the stories of what he does to those who cross him?" Jace swallowed hard, keeping his eyes lowered. "I... I wasn't trying to..."

He’s frozen, his entire focus narrowed down to the small swell beneath my palms. "This wasn't in the report," Lucian growls. The sound is a low-frequency vibration that makes my bones ache. "The scent... it’s changing. It’s sweetening." His grip on my waist tightens, pulling me flush against his hard chest. His other hand remains on my belly, his fingers splaying out as if he’s trying to memorize the shape of the life inside. "The Blackwood Alpha," Lucian snarls, his voice dripping with a new, terrifying kind of possessiveness. "He rejected a pregnant mate? He threw away his own blood?"

He stopped a polite distance from me, close enough for conversation, far enough that no one could claim he was crowding the Alpha’s sister. “I never finished the introduction,” he said. “You said your name. You said happy birthday.” “Adrian Blackwood. Silver Hollow. That is the short version.” He glanced once toward Viktor, then back to me. “The longer version is that my pack shares a contested stretch of forest with Obsidian Claw on one side and open trade routes with Blood Moon on the other. Jax’s presence here tonight is not a social visit. Camilla knows it. Your brother knows it. I came to see the shape of whatever is forming before someone else decides it for us.”

Serena’s phone lit up first. Then Asher’s. Then the wall-mounted market display behind the dining table flickered with breaking alerts. The same photograph appeared everywhere: a twenty-three-year-old Asher Blackwood standing in the rain outside the family estate, security on either side of him, the word DISOWNED stamped across the scanned document beside his face. THE BLACKWOOD DEVIL IS BACK—AND THIS TIME, HE HAS A WIFE TO HIDE BEHIND.