Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

Aria asked. Damien smirked, “Yes. But I don't think you will want to end the agreement.” Aria raised a brow, “And why is that?” “Why don't you wait and see?” he grinned. After a few minutes of deliberating about signing the contract, Aria eventually asked, "How am I sure you will help me gain my revenge?" Upon hearing this, Damien smiled. He had been expecting the question. “Well, I would like to properly introduce myself,” he began. “As I previously stated, my name is Damien Blackwood, and I am the CEO of Blackwood Empire,” he paused, “That includes the Blackwood Enterprise.”

Wavy dark hair fell over a defined, chiseled face, and his jaw was sprinkled with stubble. But it was his eyes that stopped Sophie’s breath. Amber. Just like the ones in the forest. Their eyes locked, and an electric jolt shot through her, sharp but unsettling. He looked at her as if he already knew her. As if he had already met her. Sophie swallowed hard. She asked the barista with her eyes which one it was, spoke in her ear and made him go pale. "Elias Blackwood," the girl murmured. "He is practically a millionaire in this city. He takes care of the Blackwood estate up in the mountains above."

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

And there, behind an impossibly large desk, sat Dominic Blackwood. He’d grown even more dangerous-looking since the last time I saw him. Dark hair, cropped short on the sides and just long enough on top to be pushed back with careless precision. A sharp, cut jaw dusted with stubble, and eyes the color of storm clouds — cold, unreadable, and fixed on me like a predator sizing up its next move. “Amelia,” he said, voice like smoke and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. “Dom— I mean, Mr. Blackwood.”

"At least promise me that you will ensure I have as little interaction with your work buddies as possible, especially your boss!" Dad always speaks so fondly of the almighty Damien Bradley Lane Blackwood, but never forgets to mention his less than undesirable characteristics. From what dad has told me about him; which is a lot, I have summed him up as a classic, ruthless, won't hesitate to chop your head off, movie drug cartel leader. He sounds like someone who should be the head of the Russian mafia or something- and trust me I do not want to see myself anywhere near him, I am sure a single look from him is enough to ruin a person irrevocably. "You do not have to worry about Mr Blackwood, h

I was all packed up and ready to go to the Blackwoods. The Lombardis own the Blackwoods Corporation. The Lombardis ran New York City, with Domenico Lombardi as the most feared man in town. People crouch on their knees just hearing his name. The man owns almost all the buildings in New York City. We are his subjects, and he... the king. The man exudes wealth; even his name says, “Look at me.” The man is as haughty as an ice scratch that ice can melt. Nobody can stand in his presence. Nonetheless, I, Jade Davis, am attending an interview to become the Beast’s personal assistant.

From his beetle-browed, his expression remains calm and the study room he is sitting in is furnished according to his taste. A man in a suit comes to stand silently by his side, carefully crossing his hands to his front. “Speak, Blackwood -” David Nashville speaks in his usual carefree tone. Clearing his throat before he speaks, the man named Blackwood respectively utters, “Sir, your sons are on their usual activities.” David Nashville takes a moment before he raises a question, “And him? When did he arrive?” Blackwood continues to give him the correct information that he received from his team, “Sir, he arrived at six in the morning when your other son was about to leave for work.” David Na

Nonetheless, he made enormous charitable contributions, his reasoning as puzzling as his jade-colored eyes. Damien Blackwood, according to the media, was a man of apparent contradictions linked together by ambition and a power of will that outweighed Isabelle's immense drive. She couldn't help but go through the pictures in the file. Blackwood stalked a red carpet like a jaguar among lambs, dressed in a sinister charcoal suit. Raven hair was disheveled by a hand that was continuously raking through it, and the features were carved like those found on old Greek coins. He resembled money incarnate and had the kind of animal charisma that lured fans like moths to a flame.

She called out but David didn’t answer and got into his car, headed back to Mr Blackwood’s residence without me or the Elysium. *************************************************** “I couldn’t find the Elysium sir” David arrived and reported to Mr Blackwood. “What do you mean you couldn’t find the Elysium?! You said you saw it at their place!” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes, I did but when I returned I couldn’t find it anymore” David said. “Or are you trying to hide it from me to use it against me?!” Mr Blackwood asked. “Of course not! I swear on my son’s life, I didn’t find the Elysium” David said.