Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

Was there ever any doubt? “Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible display of quick thinking, careful planning, skill, and ingenuity. Is it any wonder our Blackheart has been a three-time champion? Give it up for Blackheart as she makes an impressive move to the top of the scoreboard!” Hexton cheers from his podium.

I think she is the first mom in the world who wants her daughter to wear revealing clothes. It was black body hugging gown which displayed a whole lot of bosom. I was used to wearing such clothes and I would love it if Jake saw me in this outfit. But the thought of Richard’s eyes hovering over my body made creeps shoot up my body. Maybe I should wear something else? Jake knocked on my door and I asked him to come in. I need a second opinion. He walked in, and suddenly my mouth went dry. Jake Carson in a suit is a treat for sore eyes.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."

The wind sliced through the Daxton airstrip like a warning. Sonia’s soaked blazer clung to her shoulders as she stared at the boy in front of her. Eric Blackbourne. Tall. Sharp. The kind of sharp that didn’t just cut—it carved. His dark hoodie was pulled low over his brow, but his eyes burned through the shadow like twin interrogations. Steel-gray. Cold. Calculating. Watching her like a puzzle with missing pieces. “You’re late,” he repeated. “And different.”

The New Woman or Warrior? Nadia's POV Life had finally settled into a comfortable routine. Elena was seven years old and thriving in school and controlling her powers better each day. The twins just turned one and were walking everywhere and getting into everything they could reach. Dylan and I were happy. Tired from parenting three kids but happy. We had found our rhythm after so much chaos… pheww!! Then James introduced the new head warrior he hired without consulting us first. Cassandra Blackwood. She was twenty-eight and beautiful, she had an athletic build, with long dark hair and a confident smile. She was formerly from the Northern Pack and highly trained with impressive credentials t

She immediately changes into the dress. It was a ankle length bodycon black dress that hugged ger waist pretty snugly, and flaring out a bit after it went past her hips. The dress had a criss cross patterned lace at the back with a square neck line and thin straps holding up the dress. It had a slit starting from the middle of her thighs till her ankles, normally It would've made her self conscious but this dress oddly made her feel comfortable and confident. Courtney whistles at her when she comes out of the washroom wearing the dress.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Her posture was impeccable—spine aligned, chin lifted, hands folded on the scarred surface with the serenity of a saint waiting for canonization. Across from her sat the Sharks. That’s what the tabloids called them. The defense team she had assembled with the last of her liquid assets before the freeze order hit. There was Arthur Blackwood, her longtime corporate counsel, looking like a man who had boarded the Titanic hoping for a shuffleboard trophy. He was sweating through his collar. And there was Elena Kostas. The criminal litigator. A woman with hair like spun silver and a reputation for cross-examining witnesses until they forgot their own names.