Bridgerton Black Characters Novels & Stories

“Take it back.” I swallow hard. “I-I was just—” “I said… Take. It. Back.” His tone’s a deep growl now, sounding raw, that it slices through me, flooding my chest with hot, instinctive fear. “Damon, calm yourself. And do cut your girlfriend some slack,” Mr. Black says smoothly, but there’s a hardness under his calm demeanor. He turns to me, adding. “Charlotte, ‘halfbreed’ is a slur in Spargia. Use it carelessly, and you might as well end up dead.”

A chill ran down my spine, not entirely from the cold stone floors. “Welcome, Miss Thorne,” a deep, resonant voice echoed from the grand staircase. Lord Victor Blackthorn, the eldest, descended with the grace of a predator. Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair streaked with silver at the temples and eyes like polished obsidian, he carried an aura of old power and restrained hunger. His tailored black coat hugged a frame built for both command and combat.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

On the other hand, Adrian asked, “Who’s Danton Black?” Adrian wondered why he had encountered a number of people with the last name “Black” recently. Samantha explained, “Danton is from the Herbalis Group that belongs to Swallowston’s Black family. He’s also the father of Simon Black, Clara’s fiance.” Adrian was enlightened. ‘I see. It’s Simon’s father.’ “Elara, please set him up in the reception room and I’ll be there shortly,” Samantha instructed Elara.

Emma’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The luxurious office on the top floor of Black Tower smelled of expensive leather and power. Across the wide mahogany desk sat Alexander Black — the 32-year-old billionaire whose name made people tremble. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip her naked without even trying. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of hard chest. “You’re late,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding.

She sighs, twirling the tips of her hair around her finger – ignoring me. “Ms. Black isn’t from the Salacious Players Club.” Ace points out, looking past her as if he is trying to look for someone to save him. She snorts, dropping her hand. “She’s not? Don’t tell me she’s from the Charity Auction?” Displeasure wraps around her words viciously, striking me across the face in mockery. Ace steps back, widening his stance as his eyes narrow into thin slits when they meet her cruel gaze. “Yes, Ms. Black is from the Charity Auction, Lisa, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

A note of respect entered her gaze as she nodded, understanding my position. And Kaitlynn finally shook her hands, calling attention to herself. “So let me get this straight.” She glanced toward me as if seeking answers, but at my dark return stare, she spun toward Hayden. “Are you saying you and Brick are both Black Crimson?”

It was fixed on the words on my screen. Married millionaire, Alexander Blackthorn photographed kissing his sister-in-law in dimly lit bar.