Blacklist The Series Novels & Stories

"I know that I did a very bad thing. Something terrible." "Did you steal from someone? Or did you kill someone?" Ifeme asked, jokingly. "I didn't do all of that. I broke a pot. A black pot that contained something I can't remember." "What is so special about this black pot that you broke?" "That is what I am trying to figure out but my mind is blank." Ifeme pulled a small cloth from his waist and tied it round Ibekwe's wrist. He untied it immediately and walked to the window and threw it away. This was a way of telling the gods of the land that he wanted Ibekwe to remember what he had forgotten.

“We don't know that she's the target.” “Someone broke into our system and searched her full fucking name. That is not something you do unless you are a target or unless you want information on them.” “They searched other people too.” “She has been here less than a week.” “I know.” “Then don't stand there telling me this could be nothing.” “I'm telling you not to tear Blackthorne apart before we know what we're dealing with.” Too late. I may hate the girl but only I can hate on her and only I can torment her. No one else can.

My skin prickled. Andrew whispered, "No." I looked at him. "What does that mean?" The voice answered. "Blackthorn was never a trust." Lucian stared at the phone. "Then what was it?" "A program." Silence. Martin had called the transmitter government-grade. Blackthorn altered records. Births. Deaths. Identities. Gabriel had aliases. Catherine's history was fabricated. Everything suddenly shifted. "What kind of program?" Lucian asked. "One created to make useful people disappear."

“You're putting your life on the line with Liam's troops to take them down. The least my family can do is make sure they can't get the medicine they need to recover.” Valkira stared at him as rain ran down her face. A small smile crossed her lips, and pride showed in her golden eyes. “You did well, Leon. You just took away the last thing they could rely on.” Leon let out a heavy breath. Bruce watched them, his face still hard, though there was a little warmth in his eyes. “The private clinics will follow the blacklist,” he said. “The pharmacies will too. They all use the same registry.” Valkira nodded. “Then they can't get help anywhere.”

Being Damon Thorne’s “girlfriend” lasted exactly three hours before I realized something important. Blackthorn didn’t just notice things. It fed on them. Every hallway I walked through, every class I entered, eyes followed me, whispers trailing behind like shadows. That’s her. Damon’s girlfriend. The scholarship girl. I kept my head down, gripping my books tighter. Invisible. That was the plan. Now? I was the topic. And I hated it. “Hey.”

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I ordered her to make Rene feel uncomfortable and not The believability of her insolence! That's why I grabbed the cup and threw it hard on the ground from the other side Zayn, who was seriously arguing with Marquinhos after blocking his wolf because of the urgency to go to their mate, Black, is more worried than he is, perhaps. Suddenly his fingers trembled as the leaves fell on him The ground slowly smashed when he heard the sound of smashing! He stood up and quickly ran outside to where his girlfriend was

Russell paused and frowned. "Nothing. I'm just chatting with you here. You remember that Ms. Faraday made it to the trending topic due to the changed dubber for 'Legend', right? The two incidents seem similar to me." "How so?" Russell said unhappily. "Who blacklisted that dubber?" Chelsea used his words to refute him, saying, "It's only because they don't have any dirt on her. They couldn't even though they wanted to." "How do you know that she didn't leave after taking the money?"

“Are you saying that he programmed her?” Mariano nodded grimly. “He embedded data in her subconscious. Coordinates, encryption keys, and something else, a blacklist.” Talana’s throat tightened. “What kind of blacklist?” “Global. Not just syndicates. We’re talking European ministers, African warlords, Eastern bloc generals, Vatican accountants, people who funded De Marco’s trafficking, arms trades, cyber blackmail programs. He embedded their names in Aria’s mind so that if he died, no one could touch them unless they unlocked her.”

Zelda had removed me as a contact. A humourless chuckle escaped my lips. Shaking my head, I sent a request, following the prompt. Another message appeared: "Request failed. The user has added you to their blacklist." For a moment, I stared at the screen, my expression unreadable. Then, a cold smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Zelda……." I murmured, my voice low and sharp