Novel & Cerita Courtney Blackson

She knew they shouldn't be wasting time standing around like this, they had to do something quick! Right at the moment, another luxurious car drove by and stopped a little behind Bob's. The driver in black blazers hurried out to open the door to the back seat and stepped aside in haste. Long slender and spotless legs of fair complexion were extended out of the car in black glossy heels. A woman of breathtaking semblance stepped out of the car in a black slit gown and jacket. As everyone gawked at the sight of Courtney, another lady dressed in a black blouse and tight ripped black jean, who seemed younger, walked around the car to stand beside her. It was Margarette.

We were just regular, poor people. Courtney was wearing an off shoulder black dress. She had pearls around her beautiful neck and ear rings that matched them. The make up on her face had been perfectly done to bring out her best features. She had a long straight nose and very pretty, slightly plump lips painted bright red. She had fake eye lashes and well done eyebrows. When she smiled, she looked ethereal. She also smelled really good, and I was sure the unfamiliar sweet smell that had filled the room was hers.

His daughter walks up behind him and I don’t know what I was expecting from Beatrix Black, but it’s not what I saw. Her hair is black and is in a high ponytail, she wears a studded head band, her outfit is simple, a black graphic tee with a popular band on the front along with a pair of jeans. She doesn’t look like she cares about impressing anyone and she doesn’t look ready to lead a pack.

Cynthia’s POV: I stood by the window, and my fingers brushed against the curtains as I looked down at the compound. Everything was in order and the lights were on but luckily for me, Kane wasn’t home. A slow smile crept up my lips as I knew that this was going to be another lovely night for me. I turned away from the window and moved towards my wardrobe. I went all black, because I was going to make sure no one actually noticed me. I slipped into a fitted long-sleeve top and a pair of sleek trousers that hugged my body perfectly. Then, I tied my hair back into a low ponytail, making sure I looked exactly how I wanted to look.

"Grace, I'm sorry. For making you wait. For not coming to you immediately when I recognized the bond. For—for all of it." "Thank you." She looked at her watch. "You have thirty minutes left. Have you figured out what you want?" Had I? Had I figured out whether I was brave enough to choose the mate bond over the relationship I'd been building? "I want—" Movement in my peripheral vision. Fast. Wrong. Courtney burst from the tree line, sprinting toward us with something in her hand that caught the moonlight. A knife. Silver blade. The kind designed specifically to hurt wolves.

She’s sitting on one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table, and I don't think she realizes what effect she can have on people. Tieran Blackstone, CEO of Blackstone tech, is staring at her like she’s a star shower. The way Tieran stares at her reminds me of the way I stared at someone too once. He likes her. Really much, and I know she likes him too because anyone can see it, but there’s always a “but” Both their gazes shift to me and a look of surprise crosses Antonia’s face, “Ares.” She looked very shaken back at the Starlight hall but she seems more relaxed now.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

The doors opened, and a dozen elite Blackwood warriors stepped out, forming a rigid perimeter. Julian stepped out of the packhouse doors, his posture commanding, his eyes bright with an intensity Evelyn hadn't seen in years. He wasn't wearing his tactical gear today; he was in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look like a king ready to receive his queen. The door to the center SUV opened, and a woman stepped out. Cynthia Blackwood was breathtaking. Her platinum blonde hair caught the morning sunlight, and her icy blue eyes scanned the estate with an air of absolute ownership. She moved with a flawless, predatory grace that practically shouted her high-born Alpha bloodline.

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.