Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

The doors slid open, revealing not a hallway but a deep darkness. We were in the steam tunnels. Blackwood University was built over an old asylum and a prohibition-era smuggling route. The tunnels formed a maze of dripping brick, rusted pipes, and shadows that seemed endless. "Move," Dante ordered, stepping out first with his gun raised, scanning the darkness. Sloane and I helped Matteo out, he was heavy, his legs dragging, and his face glistened with sweat. "I'm fine," Matteo mumbled, his words slurred. "Just... need a drink."

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

“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.”

Blackwood greeted me in his driveway. "Mother wishes for me to get to know Daisy. I am here to see her." His face drained of color, going pale, and his expression turned guilty and scared. That's weird. "O-oh no, L-Lorenzo, she is a little bit sick," he fumbled with his words, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand. I know when someone is lying to me, damn it. "Perhaps I was not clear with my words, Blackwood. I am here to see my wife, the future Mafia princess. Get her for me ” I commanded, walking to his front door as he ran after me, scared.

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.”

Roman’s voice drifted into the background as Davin moved through the service corridor behind the ballroom, earpiece in, eyes sharp. He’d lost Tessa in the crowd twenty minutes ago. Checked the ladies’ restroom hallway—no sign. The suite—no answer at the door. His phone— no reply to his text. Davin stopped a passing staff member. “Have you seen Mrs Blackwood? Dark hair, red dress?” The young woman shook her head. “Not in the last half hour, sir.” Davin’s jaw tightened. He turned back toward the ballroom—just as Salima emerged from a side door, adjusting an earring, looking for a quiet moment.

“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