Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

"Put on that dress! We don't have all day, girl. The cows aren't going to milk themselves, and we need pluck eggs before the men come home to eat their lunch," I look up and freeze when I notice a stranger folding clothes inside the cabin. It's the same woman from yesterday, Courtney. She is wearing rags again but appears to have taken a shower. Her brown hair is no longer dirty but hanging neatly in a bun. She is way taller than me, with sunkissed skin that makes me extremely self-conscious about my own vampiric looks—while I look like a goth princess with paling skin that always burns in the sun, Courtney looks like a real pretty woman. I already wish I had her curves.

He is the guy that causes traffic, accident, and fighting among the people of city T ( that is girls will be fighting to spend one night with him and guys will be jealous of him because their girlfriends praise him and some of their girlfriends even broke up with them because of him He is no other than KENZO KAREEM BLACK the CEO of "BLAQ COMPANY" and also one of the youngest CEO of city T and the leader of the underground group called "The BLACK SHADOWS" and the first and only son of Mr. Albert Black and Mrs. Roselin Black and he is currently 25th year old and he has a younger sister called Zita Black who will be turning 22nd on the 26th of May. He didn't reply to their greetings and walked

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

I've been good, and I must say life is good. Delcan POV As I looked at Chantelle, I noticed that she seemed distant, as if her mind was elsewhere. I knew that she had been through a lot, and I wanted to help her in any way I could. "Chantelle, I know that you've been through a lot, and I'm here for you," I said. "You can tell me anything, and I'll listen." Chantelle looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't know where to start," she said. I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Start at the beginning," I said. "And take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Chantelle took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice shaking at first, but gradually growing stronger. She told me

He seemed pale. “Are you hurt?” I asked, scanning him. “You look pale.” He gave out a wry chuckle, “I’ll be fine. A little sleep and maybe some food.” I nodded, “Good to know.” I turned to Matt Wallber and the woman beside him before offering my hand to him. “I’m Greyson Black, Gordon’s bodyguard, and occasional errand runner.” Gordon cackled, “I’d never call you an errand runner… Part-time chef is better.”

And I started to roll my eyes and move in a circular position by standing in the same place. And suddenly, I saw an off-white-colored paper on the table. I moved forward near to the table and took this page in my hand and it was written with black ink and then I again looked at the table by moving the side of paper, which actually became hurdle for me to look on table but in the table, there is no black ink or pen. And I started to read by frying my eyebrows that there was nothing to write. But this time it did not scare me, because now I spend a long time here and there, and I do not become scared of it. And on that page, something like that:

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

, he instructed, not looking up from his book, there I was at the back, in my seat shaking and sweating while watching everyone submitting their books. He checked the books, " why are there 39books submitted instead of 40? If you know you have not submitted stand up now before I call you out myself" he growled, his eyes scanning the room. Slowly I stood up. "Why haven't you submitted yet, Kelsi? " he asked, his tone was hard filled with annoyance. "I.....I.....I " I was shaking with fear, stuttering. "come out now" He roared, picking up his cane.

A glass door at the end was etched with a simple word: BLACKWOOD A woman appeared from nowhere—tall, severe, flawless suit. “Ms. Moore?” “Yes.” “I’m Cynthia.” No last name offered. “Follow me.” Elena followed, heartbeat loud in her ears. Cynthia led her into a waiting area that didn’t feel like a waiting area. It felt like a place where you came to be evaluated. “Mr. Blackwood will see you now,” Cynthia said, and opened a door. Elena stepped through. The office beyond was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows. City skyline spread like a crown at his feet. A dark desk the size of a dining table. No personal clutter. No warmth. And behind it—Adrian Blackwood.