Novel & Cerita Courtney Blackson

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.”

Ramsey merely looks straight ahead. "Last night." His eyes narrow. "I had eyes on you from the moment you arrived London, Blackstone. I saw you with her. Your obsession with Romanov's daughter is a dangerous one. But then, who would have thought? Blackstone, sworn enemy of Romanov Anton and a thorn in his side, suddenly becomes a butt-kisser to his only daughter. That's rich." I look at him incredulously. "You've had me watched?" "Of course, Blackstone. Did you ever pause to wonder why I did not call you by your name while she was here? The girl hates your guts. Apparently, you've hated her guts and her father's for years. There was no need for an enemy style reunion."

“Also, that term is somewhat different intending these days, but I get your point. I wanted somewhere we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes or somewhere Courtney could defend herself with countless excuses. I’ve known the she-witch for long enough to know that she’s crafty, and if I’m not careful, then this could go wrong.” “Not the encouragement I wanted to hear, Asher.” Courtney shows up not too long after, which is no surprise to me. She “just so happened” to be at a gallery opening in New York tonight. How coincidental. Her black heels click on the floor as she saunters up to the two of us. Her short, black dress doesn’t exactly scream “gallery opening,” but who am I to tell anyone h

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He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business. Courtney is a fire-cracker with very wavy light red hair, light golden eyes, slim figure and stands tall at 5’5”. Her porcelain skin is decorated in freckles. She is the flirty type and loves to mingle. Courtney never backs down from a challenge and is the type to take on a group of guys in a game of pool and will take all their money, playing innocent. In reality, she was an orphan, her parents were killed when she was little and has always taken care of herself. I ran into her as she pick-pocketed my brother and caught her in the act. He let her live as I took responsibility for her life. We were both around sixteen as

And if Jackson couldn’t find it, Damian might be lost forever. Diana pulled out a chair, the scraping sound jarring in the silence. “Shall we begin, Mr. Hayes? Time is of the essence, and Mrs. Blackwood is quite eager to resolve this... unfortunate situation.” Jackson met her gaze, seeing the same calculated coldness he’d come to associate with everything connected to Serena Blackwood. He smirked. “And what maes you think you are worthy?” She adjusted her glasses before speaking. “Mr. Hayes, I am a professional.”

James said trying to calm the ladies. “Wait, you own Nightshade?“ Anne said shocked “Yes, it is a new venture for us both!” James said with a smile. “But that means your Kurt Blackwood and James White!” Anne whispered. “You know them?” Grace said surprised “Where have you been?”Annie said exasperated “I been in Senegal for the last 3 years, I could hardly get a phone signal never mind anything else!” Grace snapped. “Kurt Blackwood is the CEO of Blackwood Industries the largest tech firm in the world. James White is head of Sweetest Thing, a catering and baking line.“ Anne explained.

And then there she was. Celeste Wren. Young. Striking. Composed. Dressed in something modest, but well thought-out. She had the Blackstone jawline. The same eyes as Lawrence—icy, calculating, impossible to ignore. “Mrs. Blackstone,” she said, addressing Morgan with surprising calm. Morgan didn’t blink. “You must be Celeste.” “I understand this is unusual,” Celeste said, “but I’m not here to cause drama. Only to be acknowledged.” Damian stepped forward. “We don’t even know if your claim is legitimate.”