Caitlin Blackwood Novels & Stories

Maybe I’ll stand there and watch everyone else be claimed while I remain unchosen, unwanted. I swallow hard and carry a tray of drinks across the room, pretending my heart isn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. Then the door at the far end opens. The room goes quiet in a wave. He walks in like he owns the floor, the walls, the air. Liam Blackwood. Future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair pushed back carelessly, eyes the color of a storm over the mountains. Power rolls off him in waves, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin.

A confession of ruin. The heavy lobby doors swung open. Kael’s head jerked up—hope flickering in bloodshot eyes. “Aria…?” But it wasn’t her. Ryan Carter stepped into the rain. Black trench coat. Hands in pockets. His expression wasn’t anger—it was absolute disgust. “Get up, Blackwood,” Ryan said, his voice low and vibrating. “You’re embarrassing the species.” “Stay out of this, Carter,” Kael growled, staggering to his feet. Water streamed off his hair, down his collar. “This is between me and my mate.”

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

she asked. Damien leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Because Calloway just played his biggest card, and he thinks we won’t know how to counter it.” Celeste narrowed her eyes. “You have a plan.” Damien’s smirk deepened. “I always have a plan.” Before they could discuss their next move, Nolan’s phone buzzed. He frowned. “Uh, we just got a meeting request. From Ethan Blackwood.” Celeste’s breath caught. "Ethan Blackwood is another media mogul. He's just as ruthless and dangerous, but he is the one person, in the industry, who hates Calloway more than I do."

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

into his car, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. After Dominic Blackwood 's car disappeared without a trace, Lia kelvin put her hands on her hips and cursed loudly, "What a jerk! If he comes knocking again, we should just throw him out with the footbath water." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Wasn't that a perfect opportunity just now?" Lia stuck her tongue out at me. "Cough, cough... You know how it is. The Blackwood Family's film company is a big player in the industry. I still need to make a living, so I can't afford to offend them too much." I suddenly recalled Lia's recent complaints and asked, "Didn't you say that several of your recent big roles were snatched away? Was it by someo