Constance Blackwood Novels & Stories

"Keep your distance from her I turned but he was already heading up the stairs. No reason. No explanation. Just a closed door I hadn't been invited through. I searched her name on the bus home. Selene Blackwood. Ashford Security, our VP of Operations Lycan aristocracy. A society photo from two years ago, standing next to Matthias at some fundraiser. She's tall, blonde, and just naturally beautiful, like someone who's always had a silver spoon in their mouth and never had to work for it.

and what was with that tone? My smile remained in place automatically even though every instinct in me screamed to leave. “And you are?” I asked politely. The woman walked closer before extending her hand toward me. “Camilla Blackwood.” I swear to God all I heard was static for a few seconds. She had just introduced herself as a Blackwood. My brain stalled for half a second before it resumed again and the smile on my face almost cracked. “Taking his name even before you wre married.” I said befpre I could stop nyself, taking her hand.

“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.

a cold, haughty voice sneered from across the wide table. Elodia Blackwood sat with statuesque, runway-fresh posture, her immaculately sleek blonde bob perfectly framed by her high-end designer diamonds. Her calculating grey eyes had been fixed entirely on Zariel’s left hand since the luncheon began, her face a mask of classist disgust and bitter resentment.

Constance went very still. She understood what Nora was building toward and she was working through it in real time, the same way Nora had been working through it, following the line from one point to the next until the shape became undeniable. "My editor," Constance said slowly. "What is his name?" Nora said. Constance looked at the lobby floor. "Marcus Webb," she said. "No relation. I know how that sounds." "How long has he been your editor?" Nora said. "Six years," Constance said. "He brought me into The Financial Standard. He assigned me the Blackwood tip fourteen months ago." She stopped.

The image of him working the room with that calm, unhurried authority while I was back here trying to get out of structured fabric made me smile despite myself. I stepped outside. And chaos found me immediately. "SELENA!" "Mrs. Blackwood ..over here!" "How long have you been married to Mr. Blackwood?!" "How did you manage to hide your identity this long?!" "Are you continuing as Selena or Lena Blackwood going forward?!" "Is Mr. Blackwood the father of your baby?!" "Did Kelvin Hart know about your relationship with him?!" "Were you secretly together during filming?!" "Mrs. Blackwood, how does it feel to be the most talked-about woman online right now?!"

I raised my face and looked at him, with so much hatred and I was glad he felt the same way, I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me and how hard his face was. I kept my eyes on him and only had to shift my attention when I began feeling my wolf leap for joy. " What's that?" I silently asked myself. " He's Mate" she whispered. Mate? That can not be. The monster I was going to get married to was my mate? Why would the Moon Goddess be this unkind to me? I have not committed any offence at all. " Any questions?" The voice of the Council leader interrupted my thoughts. There was silence, no one said anything.

Emily Warner I leave the room, completely dressed, after my long phone call with Mary where she explained what Socrates, Odyssey and Olympus is. And also, of course a few thoughts on Lucas. As I exited my room, trying to pull my black dress down as it kept riding up my thick thighs, annoying the hell out of me. This is why I don’t like wearing bodycon dresses, they are so uncomfortable but it does look pretty when I suck my tummy in so… “Hey- why are you wearing your shoes?” I ask him as I look at him standing near the door with keys in his hands.

Silence reigned over the room until she had taken her second sip. “So Roseline, you must be wondering who I am, I’ll keep the introduction brief. I am the chief advisor of Blackwood Inc. Officially. But office matters aside, I’m the wife of Adam Blackwood, who is the CEO of this organization, and the stepmother to Lucas Blackwood, the CMO of the organization. You may call me Mona Blackwood.” She happily exclaimed as she took another sip of the coffee now smiling and staring at me. Brief my ass, she took the liberty of naming all her titles and various connections. The narcissist type huh…

I said, looking directly at her. She continued to stare at me with a bored expression, but I recognized something else in her eyes. Hate. Complete hate. She wasn’t looking at me lovingly anymore; all I saw was hatred and it was directed at me. “Miss Blackwood here is the daughter of Mrs. Hannah Blackwood, wife of Theodore Blackwood. Miss Blackwood is the current CEO of the company.” My heart stopped beating—this time, not for just a second. My jaw practically hit the floor as I stared into nothingness.