Blacklist The Series Novels & Stories

"Is that person a spy sent by a rival company to cause trouble here?" The university alumnus, who had sent out the comment earlier, was irritated when he saw many Internet users insulting him on the Internet. He was about to tell everyone about Tyler's affair with Kiara when he realized that he was blacklisted by the live stream's moderators, so he could no longer leave comments there. Grover Group had arranged for many people to stand by and supervise the live streams going on in major platforms. If they found someone trying to post negative comments about Grover Group or Tyler, they'd blacklist that person's account immediately.

“So you’re the husband and father of these two? Great. That makes things easier.” Jessica opened her mouth to defend herself but the CEO from Ruby Enterprise raised his voice over hers. “Do you even know what they did? Because of these two, we’ve been blacklisted from Medcare Pharma’s auction!” “What?” I asked as I stepped in. Blacklisted? Like every single werewolf here? But why? “That can’t be right,” I continued. “Oh, it’s fucking real because we all heard it!” said the CEO of Brixton Corp. I looked at Jessica and Mathilde, completely dumbfounded with what I heard. Then, I looked at the crowd and silently asked for confirmation.

Just so the whole process gets nullified and you'd have to start all over again? Wendy was fuming. "If someone flakes multiple times, they get blacklisted by the system. Once that happens, even making a new appointment becomes a nightmare. That Nate is vile." Sharon's lips curled into a quiet, razor-sharp smile. "Too bad their little plan fell apart." Wendy nodded, fiercely. "Good thing you were sharp enough to come up with this move. Otherwise, they'd still be treating us like easy targets. Oh, by the way…"

“It’s not just about whether you’re capable, Porsche. It’s... what happens after. If something goes wrong, if you black out again—” Porsche interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “I caused the blackout. Not my programming, not an error. It was... a choice.” Emerson’s eyes narrowed slightly, his disbelief evident. “A choice? You chose to shut yourself down?” “I needed control,” Porsche admitted, his hands clenching the plush panda he still held. “I was... overwhelmed. But I’ve adjusted. I am certain I won’t fail again.” Emerson leaned back, his expression caught between concern and intrigue. “You’re asking me to take a pretty big leap of faith here.”

Serena’s fingers twitched on the desk before she leaned back, a faint, cool smile curving her lips. “Sorry, Jonathan. Whitney has already been confirmed as the lead, and the other roles are locked. There’s simply no room left.” Jonathan’s brow furrowed. “But Ms. Black is very interested. Can’t you make an exception, Ms. Alvarez?” Serena’s smile vanished, her voice sharpening with quiet authority. “Call me Ms. Morales. If Mr. Vanderbilt wishes to indulge Ms. Black, he should seek projects beyond E.A. Corporation. We’re already under intense scrutiny online; we can’t afford to cater to Ms. Black’s whims. You should head back.”

" A wave of viewers departed. Helma continued her stream, noticing Little Witch Ran's weary emoji. "Little Witch, take a break. Let the trolls be. Just pretend we don't see them," Helma suggested. Then, a notification appeared: [‘Guller’ has blacklisted ‘user51658.’] Helma chuckled as the viewers left playful comments. When the crowd thinned, many hurried to Twitter, rallying behind Chris and Helma, and taking on Neve. Looks like her top fan has joined the stream.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“You don’t have to, Ben. I know who’s behind it. And honestly, I don’t think you can do anything.” “You know why you’re blacklisted?” he asked, clearly confused. “Is it a technical thing?” I sighed, my head pounding. Why couldn’t he just assume it was something else? It was sweet though, he trusted me completely. “It’s not a technical issue or anything like that,” I admitted. “Of course not. You’d never do anything wrong. Then what is it?” “It’s someone’s doing,” I said simply. “Ben, can you at least check if there’s a way to remove the blacklist?”

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I refuse. "There's Seth." I whip my attention back to the T.V. and there he is, standing by a wall as some dude in an expensive, fitted suit addresses the media from his platform dead in the center of the screen. A heartbeat later, white wording along the bottom of the screen introduces him as David Black, CEO of the MMAC. Sponsors line the wall behind him, as do women wearing red short shorts and tiny bikinis.