Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

"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."

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?”

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.