Constance Blackwood Novels & Stories

he asked quietly as we walked. I blinked innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.” “Hm.” Another group approached. This time older. More polished. A woman draped in diamonds smiled at Kael warmly. “Alpha Blackwood,” she greeted. “Still impossible to get a meeting with.” “You got one now,” he replied. She laughed softly before turning to me. “You must be Ms Hale. We’ve heard quite a lot about you recently.” Ah yes. The scandal. Wonderful. I smiled professionally.

"We reached the exact same conclusion, Mr. Blackwood." She slid the folder across my desk, and I opened it slowly, scanning through pages that mirrored the earlier report's findings almost precisely, identical conclusion. The final page contained the same name, confirmed now through two entirely independent investigations conducted weeks apart, utilizing different evidence-gathering approaches entirely. ‘Sophia Laurent.’ "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood." Constance said,apparently recognizing the personal weight this confirmation carried despite my earlier attempts to frame the investigation purely through professional distance. "The evidence is conclusive.”

The girl between them laughed, breathless and full of cock. The girl on her back gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. “fucking cunt, don’t stop...fuck...Danika...” I blinked. Danika. My roommate. She finally looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t stop the girl eating her out, or the guy pounding into her from behind. She just grinned. “Roomie!” she moaned. “Welcome to Blackmoor.” Danika finally pulled herself up from the bed, breathless and grinning.

"The woman who's going to marry my grandson." My heart stopped. "I—" "We haven't discussed marriage yet, Grandfather," Alexander cut in smoothly. "We're taking things one day at a time." Harold harrumphed. "At my age, there's no time for 'one day at a time.' You either know or you don't." A sleek woman with dark hair cut in an expensive bob stepped forward, champagne flute in hand. "Don't overwhelm the poor girl, Grandfather. She's only just arrived." She turned to me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Victoria Blackwood. Alexander's cousin."

Phil, Adams, the organization, and whoever she was yet to meet. Kate breathed out just when she realized she had been holding her breath, “One thing they seem to have forgotten to account for is my heart—of the woman wielding it. They forgot that I am Blackwood. And Blackwoods… we don't break. We bend, we bleed, but we never, ever break.”

5 didn't belong in Blackwood Manor. Maya Vance stood in the dimly lit foyer, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the sleeves of her simple, home-knitted sweater. On the mahogany dining table behind her, a five-course gourmet meal sat untouched. The candles had burned down to stubs of wax, and the expensive vintage Bordeaux she’d spent three hours decanting was now as cold as the house itself. It was 1:05 AM. Their third wedding anniversary was officially over. The heavy oak doors swung open, admitting a gust of freezing night air and the man who had been her entire world for 1,095 days. Lucian Blackwood, the titan of the shipping industry, looked as striking as ever in his charcoal

" Constance asked and laughed. " She was now poor, deformed and disfigured. The poor one is called Constance Avery and is now the Luna of Black Blood Pack and the rich one is called Annalise Avery and is now a nobody. " Constance concluded. For a moment, I just stared at space because it couldn't possibly be true. It must all be cruel . The accident was actually instigated by the two people I loved and trusted with everything in me. That my whole life was actually ruined by the closest people that I loved most couldn't be true... Right?

Nova's eyes trembled slowly as her eyes opened, her vision fluctuating like a camera ready to take its shot. A familiar figure wearing a white coat appeared in front of her with a satisfactory smile. He was Blackwood's family doctor. Doctor Zach. “Great, Mrs. Blackwood, you're now conscious,” he said while scribbling something into the notepad he was holding. “You didn't suffer any injuries. The car barely hit you, but I guess you passed out from shock,” he said, his smile growing even bigger. “And… congratulations, ma’am, you're three months pregnant.”

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Dominic Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing frame filling the entrance. Unlike the disheveled Reynolds family, he looked immaculate in a charcoal suit. His storm-gray eyes swept over the scene, taking in everything with a single glance. “This is a private family matter," Victoria hissed, lowering her hand slowly. "You have no business here." "On the contrary." Blackwood stepped into the room, moving with the confident grace of a predator. "When someone catches a woman who's been pushed through a window, I believe that creates a certain responsibility."