Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

Sebastian sat at a table not far from the spot where Cynthia was holding a meeting with a man who looked like a typical CEO. She had earlier walked in and sat down with and air of elegance and aloofness, completely different from the fragile girl in the gossip news a day ago. She wore a bold blackberry colored off shoulder gown that stopped just beneath her knees, her golden hair was tied up in a slick low ponytail and her makeup was minimalist and chick. She put on black Prada heels to compliment her look ,

Leo would probably want it back. “Courtney came looking for Grayson. He forgot to end the call. I heard that bitch say if he embarrassed her or stepped out of line, she would do it. I think she is blackmailing him, Leo. But how or why, I’m not sure. It’s just a hunch though.”

ANABELLE POV The courtroom smells like polished wood and cold authority. It’s not intimidating because it’s loud. No, it’s intimidating because it’s quiet. Every sound echoes. Every movement feels watched. Even my breathing feels too loud as Ronan and I take our seats behind Miranda. Across the aisle sits Victoria Blackthorne. My stomach tightens. She’s dressed in soft cream, elegant and deliberate, pearls resting against her neck like a symbol of innocence she doesn’t possess. Her posture is perfect. Her expression is serene.

Did the royal henchman always have to be so damned harsh? I swallowed back the tears in my throat and nodded, pushing myself forward and inhaling a sharp breath when the doors closed with a soft click behind me. Cassandra Blackwood was sitting with her face to me. The silky white dress she wore emphasizing her full blonde hair that tumbled in straight waves down her back, coiffed with petals and crystals that caught the light beautifully. How could one woman be so perfect? The thought made my heart ache as I shuffled into the room, making her pause the teacup she held in one hand without looking up at me.

Cinthye will make sure Damien will see her defiance in any way possible. Her black laced wedding gown trailed down the floor, long slit running up to her right thigh. Black flowers on her hands. The heavy double doors of the church open. Today's headline: Black Bride Actress. Jaws dropped on the floor when she entered the hall. Snaps and blinding lights of the camera made her walk as if she's in the runway. A tall build waiting on the aisle sinfully handsome, his tattoos peeking from his suit. Damien Voss stand tall like he owned everything.

•ASHLEY• The courtroom was scarier than I thought it would be. I felt a cold shiver down my spine when I saw Donald. The court date was postponed after Connor’s death. But I wasn't sure if I was ready to attend yet, even though Giselle and Noah accompanied me. I sat on the hard wooden bench with my hands folded in my lap. My palms were sweaty, but I kept them still. Donald Blackwood sat at the defense table in a gray suit. His hair was shorter now and his nostrils flared when he saw me.

Mrs Johnsons, Artistic Director, an impeccably dressed woman in her early sixties, stood stiffly behind her desk, her lips parting in shock at the sight of Easton. They had written to his office so many times so they could get some sponsorship but he hadn’t responded yet. Seeing him in person made her think he was here to speak in person. The excitement was evident in her voice as she spoke, “Mr. Black! Please please come in and take a seat!” She stood with a smile while giving side glances at Jasmine’s teacher to go out of the office. Jasmine, her small figure dwarfed by the imposing desk, turned and saw that it was Easton and broke into excitement as she ran toward him,

The only thing that remains is the title. Dylan Black is the face of BLACKS PIPELINE CORPORATION and BLACKS family at large. ***** When I walked inside the meeting room with my new secretary everybody was already there except for grandfather. I knew that you would come in late so I had prepared to start the meeting about something else before he arrives. Everyone was standing up until I sat down. Karissa sat beside me and placed her notepad on the desk.

Correction, here in this waiting room, while Leo and Elle were catching up and making up for lost time, was the last place Amber wanted to be. But she waited. With dread and fear and sadness filling her up inside. Fifteen minutes turned into thirty then sixty. She tried to occupy her time by thinking of other things. She turned on the live feed coming from the event center where the awards banquet was being held. It only proved to be a fucking mistake as the camera panned to Grayson and Courtney. Courtney kissed Grayson when she noticed the cameras was on them, while someone on stage was thanking the contributors of the scholarships. Courtney was on full display tonight, her hair in a crown