Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

My heart gave one hard thud, half shock, half something I couldn’t name. Andrew recovered first, his polite voice breaking the silence. “Good to see you, Ms. Voss, but the vote has already been concluded.” “No,” another powerful voice cut in, stepping in right behind Lena. “This vote is inconclusive.” I knew that face. Wasn’t she the lawyer who handled Cindy’s divorce from that piece of shit Henry? One of the best in the country. What the hell was she doing here? Andrew folded his arms. “And you are?” “Attorney Cassandra Blake. I’m here as Mr. Damian Thorne’s legal counsel.”

I scoff already displeased, but decide to hold my tongue. "Very Well, I welcome you Kristen West and Lia Manuels to Black Entertainment.". I said with a clap, Justin and DD following after. "Thank You Mr Black". Kristen said with a smile. "Yeah, Thank You Mr Black". Lia replied too more timidly. "Doris is going to give you a run down of your contract here with us at Black Entertainment, before you sign it". I said before signaling DD to speak. "Good Afternoon Ladies". DD started getting up with the two contracts in her hands.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

They tried so hard to erase every piece of evidence, forgetting that they're evidence themselves. How ironic... I could just cause a rift between them, and they'll be tearing each other apart. My phone lit up, the timer i had set was up. "A quarter past 8". I muttered softly, rising to my feet as i walked towards my wardrobe. The rows of black outfits caught my eyes instantly and i picked out a long, black sequin gown i had been saving. "Now, let's make our second move."

I didn’t understand why he was feeling that way, but he soon removed my hand from Mr Carter’s with a stiff smile. “Let me show you around the hall.” He said to Mr Carter as he led him away, leaving me alone at the table. I took a sip of the wine at the table, as I looked around. “Aren’t you Mrs Greyson?” I turned around to see an impeccable woman standing behind me. She had the fairest skin, but her smile felt uncomfortable. “Yes, I am, and you are?” “Vivienne Blackwood. Steve’s fiancée.”

She just picked it up and found somewhere else to be, and no one at the table acknowledged that it had happened, which made it worse somehow, the way everyone’s careful silence around it became its own kind of statement. I stared at my food. I was not hungry. I ate anyway because I was not going to let them see me leave. Luna Cassandra Blackwood arrived at the front of the hall at quarter past eight. She never raised her voice. She never needed to. She was one of those women who commanded rooms simply by occupying them, silver-haired and straight-backed and dressed like every morning was a formal occasion. She waited for the hall to settle, smiled warmly at the room, and began speaking about

I turned. “Reserved,” I repeated. “Yes.” She held my gaze with the steady patience of someone who had spent thirty years managing wealthy teenagers and was not easily shaken. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” I looked at the books once more. Criminal law. Forensic evidence. State statutes. Four days. Mae Lawson had been at Blackthorn for four days, and she was already building something. I smiled at Mrs. Pembrook. “No,” I said pleasantly. “Thank you for your help.”

"It's a dragon again. I think I finally got the wings right." "It still looks like a duck." "I know." He set it down with a sigh. "I've accepted my fate. I'm a duck artist now." He squinted at me. "You're early. You're never early." "Couldn't sleep." "Same. My neighbor's cat was yowling all night. I think it's in love with the radiator." He wheeled closer and lowered his voice. "Hey, more gossip about the Blackstone thing. Apparently Elias Blackstone was at some charity event last night, asking about a woman again. Dark hair, late twenties. Someone said he looked kind of desperate. Like he's been searching for months and can't find her."

He glowered down at me, and I gulped, realizing that this man was a good 22 cm taller than me and likely 60 kgs heavier than me too! “Eileen, get over here.” Came a familiar bark of Cassandra, the eldest coven matron. I spun and noticed that all three, Cassandra, Selene, and Endora stood with aunt Rhianna in their most formal long black gowns and black long coats. Apparently, I was the only one who had not been given the dress code to wear black and no one had thought to bring such for me. My cousins peaked out from the end of the group, also in thick black clothes.

On getting there, they were warmly welcomed by the staff and waitresses. Black sat on a large couch all by himself with Kai standing behind him. Kai gave him the groom’s magazine to check on suits while he waits for Daphne to try on the dresses available. Daniel is seen sitting on a small chair far from Black’s spot entirely with Jessica sitting on the arm of the chair. Oh how well they look made for each other.