Blacklist The Series Novels & Stories

Lily, who wasn't sure what was happening, began to panic in her head, calling out to the system that was hiding away in the corner of her mind. "What now? Why is she vomiting black liquid?" As the system heard her words, its reluctantly came back out and began explaining. {The serum I gave you is a healing serum made by a great physician. It can heal any minor disease and wash out the toxins in the body. It is usually not free, you have to buy it with upgrade points next time so keep that one safe!} "Then what is the black thing? Answer me quickly!" She demanded while being roughly handled by Jasmine.

And so this is Forrest. “Oh, hey, man. Basically wanted to inform you and your brothers that we are blacklisting Grace Honeycutt.” I answered, tilting my head to look at him as I sat down on the bench to lace up my shoes. “Well, that’s a given. I mean, I know why we’re blacklisting that bitch. Why did you decide to blacklist her?” Forrest raised a perfect blonde brow as he tugged his uniform shirt off for his jersey. “Possibly the same reason. Grace showed herself to be a homophobic, racist little shit. Had an unwanted confrontation with her while trying to deal with Summers. Grace threw some homophobic slurs at Summers, then some racist shit about your girl Riko.” I explained.

"I'm not sure where Nathaniel got his tech from, but everything is heavily encrypted. Even the CCTV footage has encryption all over it. We are making progress though. Hopefully once we crack the files, we might be able to find some footage that shows us where the girls went." "Let's hope so." Lucas replied as they neared the holding cells. "It's not safe for them out there without any form of protection." "But they're werewolves. Can't they just shift and hunt or whatever?" Bobby raised an eyebrow. "That's the thing." Lucas shook his head, eyes hardening. "They're werewolves but we can't sense their wolves. We have to assume that either something is blocking their wolven side…" "Like a poiso

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

“Yeah, I know but if you don’t believe me call the bank. Ask the bank manager if there is a blackball on my name. they’ll tell you. You’re his daughter.” “Fine, anything to prove you wrong.” She took out her phone and called their bank. A kindly woman answered the phone. “Hi this is Emma Jean for Mr. Teddy Riviera.” The woman transferred her to the bank manager’s line. “If it isn’t little Miss Emma Jean. How’s it going? What’s the reason for your call?” “Hey, I just had a quick question. Is there by any chance someone named Kenji James on a blacklist?” “Let me take a look.” The man typed on his computer. The keys clacking rapidly. A beep came through on the other end. “Looks like it. They ha

Because of the Thanksgiving holiday, Victoria had scheduled her on a Monday morning in her St. Petersburg office. Layla hadn’t experienced any new memories in a week. She lay on Victoria’s couch in her office, letting herself slip into the state of relaxed hypnosis. She didn’t see anything for what felt like forever, and then the sound of glasses and dishes clinking filled her ears. Chattering could be heard as a vision appeared in her mind’s eye. She was sitting at a long dining room table with two black women and three black men. One of them was Hugo Mitchell. The others she didn’t recognize. The tablecloth was thick and white. Red china and crystal glasses were used for the place setting

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

Roman took a slow, heavy step away from the island, his broad shoulders squaring as he looked down at Mark. "Execute Protocol Blackout," Roman commanded, his voice carrying the terrifying finality of a death sentence. Mark’s eyes widened slightly. "Protocol Blackout, sir? For the Miller and Sparks families?" "I want them erased," Roman growled, his storm-filled eyes burning with pure, unadulterated vengeance. "Every commercial lease they attempt to sign in this city—cancel it. Every bank account they attempt to open—flag it under federal compliance. Every entry-level job, every consultation, every private loan—blacklist their names permanently across every trade guild in the country."

It was written in legal words. "Take this down, Elodie," I said. My voice was so calm and flat. It had zero emotion. "This is a permanent order for our legal and comms teams. I want the name Leon Halefield, and every company tied to Halefield Luxury, is permanently blacklisted from our database. Block their emails. Mark their work phone numbers as spam. I want all future contact with them to stop completely." Elodie nodded quickly. Her fingers flew across her tablet. She logged the order into our security system. "Understood, Madame Woods. It's being updated everywhere right now."