Blue Lock Spin Off Novels & Stories

If this matter is the reason our families can't continue working together, we're willing to make them divorce! The sincerity in his eyes was palpable, but I was stunned. I had never considered taking Chase back. Besides, trash like him was a perfect match for the Gervais family. Quickly shaking my head, I said, "No need. There's nothing between me and Chase." Right now, I didn't even want to acknowledge that I had ever been with him. Hearing this, Charles gawked at me. "In this case, the deal between our families…" "Sorry, but our partnership is indeed over," I said, meeting his gaze. "After all, your family no longer holds any value."

“Alright, alright. You’re serious about this. I’ll ask around. Maybe Rhonda or Robbie has a contact. One of them’s bound to know someone who reads the weather.” Raven perked up. “You’d do that?” “Of course,” Cullen said, shrugging. Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. I’ll be sure to leave a cryptic voicemail reminder. You always forget.” Cullen chuckled. “Or better yet, just send him my way when you get the number. Tell them to find me at Blue Heavens. You know, my work address.” Cullen gave him a skeptical look. “Blue Heavens? That’s what you’re calling it now?”

I said, "I think you should look at the trade logs from this morning." ​I pulled my own tablet out and swiped a file to the center screen. ​A list of names. Buy orders. ​"Who is 'Blue Atlantic Holdings'?" Sarah asked. ​"It’s a shell," I said. "Registered in the Caymans. They’ve been buying every share Henderson’s friends have been selling." ​I looked at Henderson. ​"And do you know who owns Blue Atlantic?" ​Henderson didn't blink. But a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

Instead, Roman lifted his dark gaze, locking it squarely into the primary broadcast lens of the national news network whose live red light was flashing bright. "To every financial institution, every textile syndicate, and every retail distributor watching this broadcast," Roman spoke, his deep baritone echoing off the plaster walls like thunder. "Effective as of 8:00 AM this morning, Bloom Enterprises has initiated a total, non-negotiable legal and financial blockade against all assets, entities, and individuals associated with Karen Sparks and Miller Logistics." A collective, breathless gasp ripped through the press corps.

"And you think working yourself to death will accomplish that?" "I think it's all I have left." Before Alex could respond, Adrian's phone rang. An unknown number. He answered. "Blackwood." "Alpha Blackwood, this is Richard Foster from Coastal Trading." Adrian's attention sharpened. Coastal Trading was one of the companies that had terminated their contract during the sanctions. "Mr. Foster. What can I do for you?" "I'm calling to inform you that we've decided not to renew our partnership with Blue Moon Pack. We've signed with the Riverside Pack instead."

It shouldn’t have surprised me when I read the headlines the following week after that fateful night at the Blue Moon Auction House. It was clear evidence that Cruz and Lorenzo’s plan had, undoubtedly, gone off without a single hitch. ‘The Alpha of Blue Moon has led his pack into hefty bankruptcy!’ ‘Blue Moon Takes a Financial Fall!’ ‘Younger brother steps up to save the day!’

Briggs said quietly, his voice sounding harsh. When Mr. Alfred walked on the stage, everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath. “Give me the mic,” Was the only word he said to Zane when he stopped in front of him and locked eyes with him. Obediently, Zane took the mic and handed it to Mr. Alfred, and then he took a couple of steps back, knowing the words Mr. Alfred was about to say. “Blue Tech Inc. will not be handing its project over to either Vex or NewEra. My word is final.” Mr. Alfred said calmly, his tone of voice did not indicate annoyance, nor did he sound angry.

"Quentin, it's all over." I nodded. "Yeah, Dad. It's all over." And it really was. The dark, suffocating days were finally gone. *** After Dad got discharged, my life finally steadied. With TrueNorth backing us, BlueVoyage Works blew up fast. Business was booming. We ditched Giselle's apartment and signed a lease for a prime downtown office. The team grew from barely a dozen to over a hundred. I'd gone from nothing to a CEO people in the industry actually recognized.

“How is this even possible? You are joking, right.” “I'm serious, Dad. Ethan is the CEO of Blue Diamond. He tried to hide the whole thing from me, but when I stumbled on his emails, he had no choice but to confess.” Mr. Wilson found his feet. The whole thing was making sense. First, the Blue Diamond had pulled all their assets from the Wilson Group. And second, they were now on the verge of acquiring Lexington Label. And if successful, the Lexington Label would also pull out their assets from the Wilson Group, leading to its total collapse. The puzzle was finally adding up.

"You shut up, fuckboy," I spat. The hall fell into a deadly silence. I scanned the room with a queen's composure and took the microphone. "Effective immediately, Lumos Enterprise is terminating all contracts and partnerships with the Blanc Group and Black Inc. Any company or corporation that insists on continuing business with them will be treated as an enemy of Lumos and blacklisted from all future partnerships." Shock and rage tore through Jacob's body. He nearly collapsed on the spot. After all, 80% of the Blanc Group's contracts were tied to Lumos.