Blackmail Word Origin Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath and ask, “What is it they’re asking for?” My father chuckles and stares at the soft steam curling up from his tea, “Something impossible.” A concerned frown begins to line my face and I clear my throat lightly before I speak, “They do have something on you if they’re trying to blackmail you, right?” That’s how it usually goes, isn’t it? A blackmailer is bound to have dirt on you. If they don’t then is it even blackmail? Isn’t it the dirt from the secret that makes the mail black?

All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead. Another sob drifted up her throat when he finally entered her, and pain; mind numbing pain scorched her at the harsh thrust. This might not be rape, but it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

Because I am married to you, I am now considered to be a member of the family legally. “Without marriage, there won't be any deal.” Anna forced down the ball of dread that had formed in the back of her throat. She mumbled to herself, "But that's the same thing as blackmail..." She gave a little shake of the head to try to clear her mind while her eyes searched his face, looking for any indication that this was all just a really horrible joke.

"Why did he do it then? When he approached me, he looked so distraught, I felt so terrible for him. Why would he listen to Uncle Ben and have me married off so easily?" "Hey," Charles gently said as he reached for her arms and tendly rubbed through them, hugging her into his chest after. With his chin gently resting on hers, he continued, "Ben had some dirt on your father. He knew your father wouldn't want especially you to know about it, so he gave in to the idea and gave you to Manifold's son." "Dirt?" Isabella recalled some words about her father Gabriel almost blurted out after one of the hearings they had. Was the thing about her father being a cocaine user? Was that what that man, Ben

"There's a difference." "There's no difference." His thumb traced a slow line along my jaw. It was feather-light and almost tender. "There's every difference," he said quietly. "Blackmail is when you take something someone doesn't want to give. You want to give me this, Kiss. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet." I forced myself to look at him. His face was close. His silver-grey eyes were dark in the morning light, pupils wide, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten.

Adam offered. “Just a week,” Alice whined. “Oh yeah, and just so you know… this will escalate,” Adam said. Alice didn’t even want to ask what he meant by that. ‘Is it worth it?’ she wondered. “Oh, and if you say no, I’ll take offence, and since I can’t hurt a girl, I’ll take it out on your brother,” Adam sneered. “What?” Alice cried, jumping from her seat. “That isn’t fair. Don’t do this. Please. Please don’t do this. It’s blackmail.”

Where did she get that kind of money? He suspected there were details he needed to learn, and his mother would love to have. If Andre didn’t give his mother what she wanted, he bet the details about this would work as a nice incentive. She’d used the threat of leaking personal and embarrassing facts to gain what she wanted. Blackmail was such a negative word. Once the corridor cleared of people Galen walked to Merina’s door and knocked. He had to act fast to enter. She wouldn’t invite him in because she hated him because he took her place in the family business.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if that knowledge got out? People may infer that money is being used improperly. It might damage your reputation." I gazed at Nathan, taken aback by the blackmail threat barely hidden in his words. He meant to defame me as a greedy, adulterous partner who abused his money unless I agreed to his settlement terms. Anger and hatred surged through me. "How dare you? You are well aware that everything I did was at your request." I got up from my seat, no longer attempting to cover up my disgust. "I know now that this little play was merely a poor attempt to persuade me into cooperation. But I refuse to be controlled or intimidated by people like you."

Ken gripes, “It's like he's playing an amusing game of cat and mice with us.” “Blackmailee isn't a word, Mal.” I correct, irritation marring my calm. “Then why'd you say it?” she counters. “This is so fucked. We're so fucked.” Ken mutters, her palm repeatedly smacking her forehead as she paces around. “I should've looked up how to blackmail on G****e, right?” I ask with a pinched expression and they both give me 'duh' looks. Me: We wouldn't want to bore you with mundane details of the contact.

he said “ I didn’t start this and you know it Klaus” I replied. When I began working here, the word ‘blackmail’ wasn’t just foreign to me. Heck I didn’t know the word was in existence because the only time I saw use it, is in the movies. Now, life had played a fast on me, here I am being blackmailed by my boss. Suddenly I noticed that Klaus had stopped talking. When I got back to my senses, Klaus had already slammed his lips on mine. And I couldn’t resist even if I tried. *************************************************************************************