Courtney Blackson Novels & Stories

The accessories shimmered subtly under the light. The stilettos hurt, but I ignored it. For once, I didn’t feel invisible. The door opened. Courtney stepped inside, dressed in black as always. He stopped mid-step when he saw me. Adjusted his cuffs. Looked away. Cleared his throat. Silence stretched between us. Then his eyes returned to mine. “You look… dangerous.” Heat crept up my neck. “You clean up too well.” A low smile tugged at his lips. “Ready?”

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

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