Novel & Cerita Courtney Blackson

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Mary Kinson could not guess what William Black was thinking, but she tried to answer. Sure enough, William Black, his thin lips pursed, and his eagle eyes gazed deeply, "I ask you how you feel sitting here alone with me?" Mary Kinson's eyebrow lifted, and her eyes squinted. This position, could it be Black's and the organizers? Because she came, there were only them here, so was she ruining his business? She lowered her gaze and explained, "I just want to take care of your injury, so you do not have to worry about me in the future."

"Oh! Lady Elena. I bet you miss her right? You and her have always somehow made it back to each other. The love you and her share has been inspiring to many of us." To her side, a portrait of a young women in a dark purple dress with dark features and deep green eyes and to the other a beautiful native women with silver grey eyes and dark black hair. All three in beautiful gowns and impeccable attired jewels. "Who are the other two women?" Blake questions. As he comes closer to Selene's drawn portrait. Running his fingers through the picture and realizing he misses her more then he'd hope for. The one on the right is lady Candace, she was my mate."

"Relax, Kayla. I know this isn't your normal. But you're dating the CEO of Blackwood Industries now. This is your normal. Let's pick something that makes all the other girls choke with jealousy." Karris was a total girls' girl. She made me feel so comfortable. She didn't just tell me what to wear; she discussed every dress and shoe option with me. If I didn't like something, she’d explain why it was the right fit and how we could make it more comfortable. "This little black number," she said, holding up a sleek dress that hugged every curve, "is perfect for a cocktail party. But for tonight, with Damien, we need something bolder."

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

A little girl in the queue at the coffee shop tugged on her embarrassed mother’s top. “Shh.” “But…” “Because,” Aislen said with a smile at the girl. “I like pretty dresses and lacey things, but they get so dirty if you wear them every day. Black means the dirt is not as visible.” “Sorry,” the mother apologised. “It’s fine,” Aislen replied, turning to take her turn at the counter. “A long, long coffee as black as my soul,” she told the clerk. “I’m sorry,” the clerk looked appalled. Aislen recognized her as one of Lillian’s fellow cheerleaders, another werewolf, Diana Boyston. It was the family business, Aislen remembered. “Your money is no good here.”

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down. “1…” Momo whispered in my ear. He was intelligent and loved counting gifts, but he had never once counted without a reason. Was it Pastor Timothy? “2…” His voice came again, this time deeper. I wanted to gaze at him, but the sound of concrete crumbling made me lose focus. Anderson was out also, and his broken bones had been amended. He was barely standing, his back lowered to the ground like he was going to crash. “This isn’t good, Pope Timothy; the girl has also recovered.” A man said, brandishing his pocket knife.

Anything else I need is behind the bar or in the office. I see the karaoke machine is ready. Shit, I forgot Wednesdays are karaoke nights. Damn it. I step behind the bar, grab a clean waist apron, and take the tablet on the charging dock. I need to do a stocktake. “Hey, do you work here?” the new guy asks “Yeah, I’m your boss.” He snorts and laughs, “Joe’s my boss, sweetheart.” I raise an eyebrow as Joe comes in from the back, “Sorry Jim, Ms Blackwood is your boss too.” Joe pulls me in for a hug, “You okay, baby girl?”