Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

We barely made it past the entryway before the first vulture circled. "Claire." The voice was smooth, dark, and entirely unwelcome. David Blackwood stood by the champagne tower. He looked impeccable in a midnight-blue tuxedo, holding a glass with casual elegance. "David," I said, keeping my voice cool. "Alexander," David nodded to his brother, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're walking well. I heard a rumor you were bedridden." "Don't believe everything you read," Alexander said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I'm standing right here."

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

“I don’t think I’ll need much assistance, but I appreciate the offer.” “Of course.” Her expression remained warm. Professional. “Can I help you with anything right now?” “Yes. I need directions to the dining room.” “I’d be happy to take you there. Follow me.” We walked through corridors I’d never seen before. More portraits. More expensive art. Every turn revealed new evidence of the Blackwood family’s wealth and history. “How long have you worked here?” I asked, needing to fill the silence. “Three years, miss. The Blackwoods are good employers. Fair. Respectful.”

Thea heads towards the double doors and pushes it open and slams it shut only for a SUV pulled over right in front of the porch. She paused, wondering who the visitor was. The door opens and a tall man in a limited edition suit steps out. He approaches Thea and pulls a stop in front of her, studying her hair for some reason. “Dark brown hair. Amber eyes.” He noted. “Are you Miss Thea?” He asked. “Yes? Who are you?” Thea asked, scanning the man in front of her; he didn't look familiar. “My name is Dante. Mr Blackwood requests your presence. He would like to discuss about…last night.”

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ EXECUTIVE OFFICE, EARLY MORNING The door to Damien’s office swung open. The sharp click of expensive shoes echoed against the marble floor. Alexander Blackwood, tall, silver-haired, and still carrying the aura of authority that once ruled the company, stepped in with a commanding presence. “What’s the update on Amelia’s case?” he asked, his tone brisk but calm. Damien looked up from his desk, startled. “Father?” He quickly stood and hugged him. “What are you doing here?”

"Didn't expect to see you boys out tonight. Thought you were too busy playing war games." "Taking a break," I said, sliding into the offered seat. "You?" "Same old, same old. Making money. Spending money. Living the dream." He leaned back, studying us. "Heard you've been having some trouble with Blackwood." "Nothing we can't handle." "That's what they all say right before they get buried." He sipped his drink—something expensive and amber. "You should consider making peace. Daemon's not the forgiving type, but he respects strength. Show him you're willing to negotiate—"

That is, if it was not for the thousand herd, the werewolves would wage war on it to separate them But honestly, he and Black his wolf are completely satisfied with her and it doesn't matter if she doesn't have a wolf -That's right, I love her- Zayn was horrified by Black's sobbing voice, which doesn't match his horrible voice at all . " shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards

My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "Miss, please step back!" Davies yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he rushed over. "That's Mr. Blackwood's personal mount! He doesn't let anyo