Novel & Cerita Black House

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

Roland said. Zeke got to the remote before I did and the images that flashed across the screen were shocking and they caught us by surprise. They showed a desolate scene on a quiet residential street, yellow tape everywhere, and reporters struggling to maintain composure. The breaking story: Gordon Blackwood—patriarch of the Blackwood Dynasty, had been found dead in a gruesome murder case. Authorities have asked anyone with information to come forward.

POV: Maya The Blackwood estate sat hidden in the mountains, three hours north of Blackstone. The road twisted through dense forest until suddenly the trees parted to reveal a gothic mansion that looked like it belonged in a Victorian horror novel. Gray stone walls covered in ivy. Tall windows with heavy curtains. Turrets that reached toward the cloudy sky like accusing fingers. The place radiated old money and older secrets. "This is where your mother grew up?" Jaxon asked from the driver's seat.

Black House was designed to make people forget the outside existed. The moment the door closed behind me, the city vanished. No street noise, no horns—just bass that felt like a second heartbeat, low lights, and curated shadows that turned every corner into a secret. The main room stretched out before me in fractured glimpses: a long bar of backlit onyx, bottles gleaming like jewels; clusters of velvet booths; a dance floor pulsing with bodies and smoke. Red, gold, and black everywhere.

"Shit, you've got to be kidding me." I wait in the ceiling hoping that by waiting I can give myself a pretty good distance between them and myself. I hear the tapping of nails coming back towards me, I sit there waiting and then a black dog jumps into the ceiling breaking through the sheetrock. It falls back down to the floor, I can see the hallway clearly as the girl is standing, looking into the hole. Her eyes now pitch black, her body grown taller, bugs climbing into her mouth and in her skin. "Found you!"

They let go of Yulia and she leaves the room, her head bowed. Dad kisses me on the cheek softly before leaving with his men. "Come find me if you need anything, princess." "Sure Dad." Then he shuts the door with a low click. Alot of crazy things have been happening lately. First, Thelma just up and disappeared. Then Dad starts acting strange. Now Yulia is keeping secrets? Who the hell is Blackstone and why is he so hell-bent on ruining our lives? How can I harbour such hate for a total stranger?

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

I tried to crawl to the door, I heard some maids screaming around the house, it is like the mansion is on fire. "Young master as started is crappy craziness again, I wonder who he's gonna be his next victim again, Yvonne was the first person he killed, you know we find her body on the floor and blood was all over her body,” the maids muttered as I put my ear beside the door to listen to their conversation.

Rooh's pov: I am standing in front of this huge building and it looks so magnificent. Anyone can tell with their blind eyes how much rich the owner is which is of course the handsome devil standing beside me. The whole building color was black, what's the obsession of this man with black color. Black car, black clothes, black interior of the mansion, black dining table, even the plates and glasses are blank there. Is he a wizard in disguise of a human? Even his heart is black I can bet on it. That's why I already get negative vibes from him.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.