Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

Stella paused and lifted her gaze to meet Kayla's. Kayla was adorned with the same jewelry she had worn in the morning, but now her makeup was more refined. She wore a black V-neck gown, exuding elegance and grace. Upon spotting Stella, Kayla hesitated for a moment. There was a flicker of discomfort on her face, though it quickly faded. Beside her stood a woman resembling her, but she looked older. It was likely her mother, Lauren Bennett.

Instead, they are met by Naashon and his subordinates. Naashon's eyes were fixed on Kourtney as he looked her up and down. In his mind, he recalled the man in black who had struggled with him earlier on the second floor. The man in black looked to be about her size. Thinking about it, he stepped right in front of her. Kourtney looked at Naashon in front of her, "This gentleman, we made a deal, why are you stopping me?" Naashon looked at her calm demeanor and her slightly reddened lips, his eyes suddenly became fierce.

She then moved over to our side of her cell and did the same making sure her whole cell was closed off, from any peeping Tom's. I shook my head again and got lost in my thoughts, wandering what her story was and why they were acting like that towards her, I must say this took the boredom away for little bit. After about twenty minutes it seems she was done and began to remove the sheets from around her. What I saw shocked me completely out of my musings, in front of me was the most beautiful breathtaking woman I have ever seen. Her hair was midnight black hanging down to her butt, and she hadn't even combed it out yet. They gave her black leather pants to wear that was completely form fittin

I try to get up from the chair to see who entered. In between the reporters and camera flashes, I see a tall man in a black suit. The scene looks similar to the scene of a gigantic ship crushing minor boats and sailing ahead. He walks in straight like an Egyptian God, not giving a flying fuck to anyone. Reporters chant his name 'Ryan, one pic. Ryan', but he didn’t turn. His aura is powerful like a hunter, so deadly and dangerous. He seems to fill the space around him like some dark entity. I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom.

I said. “I’ve heard about you,” another of them said, pointing at me, “Cato Loren. The so-called top dog at Manson high school, huh?” “So you’re the one the girls obsess over? Your reputation procedes you, Cato,” Jackson said, stepping closer to us, “This your friend?” “My cousin.” “Oh, how cute,” Jackson jeered, “Mind if we borrow him for a minute or two?” “Look, we didn’t mean to bother you,” I said, “We’ll be on our way.”

Max have already drilled me on how to do this. Keep my answers shot and try not to give away too much information that can be used against me. The clerk administered the oat and I watched as the defending council approached me with the seriousness of a tiger ready to maul its prey. “Please state your name for the court.” I boldly did and even went a step forward before he asked. “My name is Damien Black and I am the CEO of the Black and Co company.” I was calm, no tremor. I smirked inside at the whisper of recognition that swept through the court room.

The face of omega victimization and survival, here to publicly detail my experiences and trauma for legal record and supernatural-wide broadcast. My hands shake slightly as I take the witness stand. Ivan is in the front row, his presence a steady anchor. Kaelen sits beside him, taking notes despite the official court record - his way of processing and supporting. Avalon is positioned with security, still recovering from his injury but insisting on being here. The lead prosecutor, a stern Lycan female named Magistrate Thorne, approaches with respectful formality. "Please state your name for the record." "Jason Blackwood." My voice is steadier than I expected.

"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.