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Standing in the doorway, his expression hard and fierce, was Cassian Blackwood. The Cassian Blackwood—the guy with a reputation for being untouchable, the guy who no one messed with. He wasn’t a regular high school student. He was a legend in his own right, a senior with a mysterious edge and an air of danger that seemed to surround him like a cloud. No one expected Cassian to get involved in anything that didn’t directly concern him. But here he was, and the tension in the room shifted instantly. Derek froze, a mixture of disbelief and rage flickering across his face. He slowly backed away from Savannah, who was still leaning against the desk, trembling. “What the hell are you doing here, B

"He ain't gonna resist. I know a few things you don't, and none of 'em are good. If he wants his secrets safe, he must comply." "What kind of secrets?" Davis, the youngest of the three and known for being both tactless and retarded, the crew's words, not Nathaniel's, asked bluntly. "Ain't ever seen him do anything except potter in that kitchen. He shit in the stew or something?" Abraham wrinkled his nose and slapped the younger man on the head, the sound echoing from the walls.

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

VINCENT MOREAU It was not surprising, then, when Damian Blackwood started to pay me attention. I knew he admired me—not in the way I would like, but he was impressed by how I managed to find out about Wesley Black and curb her kidnap just as it happened. So when he reached out to me for drinks a week later. I had a number of spies keep tabs on the Blacks, and waited for any tug of some unfortunate prey over the new web I had cast.

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.”

"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

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.