Novel & Cerita Caitlin Blackwood

“Blackwood Global controls half the industries this family touches. Do you understand what that debt has cost us in leverage for thirty years? Richard Blackwood is offering to erase it. All you have to do is sign.” “All I have to do.” I picked up the folder despite myself, because some numb, obedient part of me still hadn’t learned to say no to them. My fingers found the first page. Damian Blackwood’s name sat there in dense black print, cold and unfamiliar, a man I’d only ever seen in tabloid photographs, always in shadow, always described in the same three words. *Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.* “They say he’s never even been photographed smiling,” I said quietly.

"I play international hockey. I'm the captain of the Ice Wolves." "Hockey?" I breathed. "You're the famous Caiden Blackwood? The one who leads the team to victory every year?" He blushed, looking away. "It's not a big deal." "Not a big," Knox snorted. "He's the captain. The youngest MVP in league history. Not a big deal, he says." My heart swelled. The Moon Goddess had truly blessed me with these wonderful men. I mentally apologized for every moment I had doubted her.

After our car got out, the sloping road closed automatically. “Claire, prepare your equipments.” “Yes, captain. I’m working on it now,” said Claire as she kept busy with her mini laptop. William Blackwood, his position as leader of this team. He’s the one who strategies and my partner in the fight against vampires. His smart brain always has unexpected ideas. He is also one of the best snipers in a hunter organization. Claire Anderson, hacker and archer in our team. She’s the one who supports us fighting from behind the scenes. Her fighting ability is probably still under both of us. However, her archery skills and the girl’s speed at hacking into a system cannot be underestimate.

She lifted her phone. And with one decision— one message— she shook the world. Catherine Blackwood’s Official Statement went live across every platform within seconds. Clear. Cold. Final. “Justin Blackwood is my biological son. Bryan, Victoria, and Justin are triplets. Walter Blackwood stole Justin at birth and falsified records. His name is now justin blackwood and no longer justine blackwood My son is innocent and if anyone said anything negative about my son get ready for a lawsuit.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

Caitlin sat on a poor unbalanced stool in her home, passing a needle with thread through a worn cloth that belongs to Kyra and she hummed along as she sews. All of a sudden, her hand stopped moving abruptly as her thoughts took her through memory lane… It was the first week of winter eighteen years ago when she met a noble man dressed in an all-black long dress with his hair neatly set. Caitlin had been sent to Creeksville which was at the east side of Old Vine Town. She was to go gather information about what they might have missed and to know what the other Covens might be up to.

She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts. That was when she heard voices again. “…Blackwood Industries stock stabilized overnight.” Zayrielle slowed. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew that. But the name made her stop cold. Blackwood. The hallway television mounted near the elevator flickered to life. “—in other news, billionaire CEO Caeldrin Blackwood was notably absent from last night’s charity gala, fueling rumors of internal pressure from the Blackwood family—” Her breath caught. The screen shifted to a photograph.

“But you better speak with him soon. Considering your precarious situation, you need to get ahead of this thing before Alexander starts making decisions without you. Meaning deciding to tell his father about your summer fling.” Caitlin knew she was right. That’s why she had spent all of yesterday evening mentally preparing for her confrontation with Alexander. So, today, after breakfast, she had changed into a black blazer that was appropriate to not wear a shirt underneath. There was a black belt around the waist of it. She put on about three-inch black heels and matching black slacks with it. Her gold-chain necklace hung around her neck. She brushed her short hair back for the exception of

Meeting the parents? Holly was a bit surprised. She was about to say something when she heard a female voice which was both familiar and unfamiliar. "What a coincidence, Ignacio!" Ignacio and Holly looked up. It was Caitlin. She was standing there with a coy smile. Caitlin wore a black silk slip dress, and her long black curls cascaded over her slender waist, exuding charm and sensuality. However, dressing like this early in the morning gave her a slightly worldly air.