Blackwood Estate Novelas e Histórias

Sophia Vale stepped out of the sleek black town car with her small suitcase in hand, the cool night air of the estate grounds raising goosebumps along her arms. Blackthorn Estate loomed before her like something out of a dark dream — a sprawling modern mansion of glass, stone, and shadowed luxury, surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns and dense woods that made the property feel completely isolated from the rest of the world.

Being a pawn for a man who looked at me with pure disgust was much, much worse. "How old are you anyway?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the ache in my wrist. "Thirty," he said shortly. "Thirty and you still act like a child who can't share his toys," I muttered under my breath. I expected him to roar at me, or maybe shove me. Instead, the car went silent. Rector pulled through a set of massive stone pillars, the gates of the Blackwood estate. This wasn't a pack house like Tristan's. It was a fortress. Dark stone, high windows, and guards standing at every corner.

Upon arriving at the Blackwood main house, it felt deserted. Not empty—but eerily quiet, in an overly orderly way. The main building stretched out, flanked by north and south wings separated by a stone garden and a long glass corridor. Not to mention the other buildings, also grandly constructed—residences of Mr. Arthur's children, grandchildren, and in-laws. "The north wing," said Damian, pointing to the shadier building. I immediately followed Damian as he headed toward the north building of the Blackwood estate. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Amira lived there. So did Lily.

Make it look like I was the one holding us up. Forty minutes later, the iron gates of the Carmen Blackwood Manor swung open. The estate was breathtaking—twenty acres of ancient forest and perfectly kept grounds surrounding a massive stone manor. Unlike the modern glass tower Sebastian lived in, this place felt like the heart of the pack. It felt like history.

The Black estate and farms was situated at the end of the the haven forest. It is breathtaking. The mountains that cradled the entire estate was magnificent. Max was at lost for words. The house of the Black’s was not the kind that you would expect to see in these areas. Max was hoping to see wood on wood. Instead, the entire house was modern and the sun had access to the house via its massive glass windows. Whoever the architect that her grandfather commissioned, did a pretty damn job.

10:54am Black Estate Golden gates stood tall guarding the beautiful estate, embedded on the huge 10 feet gates was a huge sign written in gold letters that spelt "Black Estate". The limousine drove through the huge gates, followed by two black cars, revealing a huge mansion and estate. As the limousine drove in fully into the compound, it past a huge fountain that stood in front of the mansion, completing the whole compound. As the limousine stopped, one of the guards came to the passenger side of the car, opening it , shoes first, Leonard stepped out of the car, with a frown.

But, at the entrance of the Blackwood estate. It would not be long before she walked through them.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

They creaked open without a sound. Lena’s breath caught. Beyond them, the Blackwood Estate loomed. Dark stone spires stretching toward the sky. Towering walls draped in creeping ivy. Windows glowing dimly, as if secrets lurked behind every curtain. It wasn’t just a mansion. It was a fortress. The car rolled up the long, winding driveway before stopping in front of the entrance. Adrian put it in park, then turned to her. “Welcome home, Lena.” A chill ran down her spine.

Vivian responded by checking her head so that he could focus on his driving. The mansion at the Blackwood estate appeared in front as they approached its beautifully designed gate. The estate is an impressive building contrasting with the golden tones of the setting sun. As soon as Vivian came down from the car, she took a deep breath, allowing the comforting aroma of home to melt her worries as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. "Shall I help you to carry your luggage inside, Mrs. Blackwood?" the driver inquired. The sound of him calling her Mrs Blackwood makes Vivian’s face brighten with a smile