Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

"Fine. Spill." "Alright, grab your popcorn," Vicki said, dropping her voice slightly, a hint of excitement sneaking through. "Blackwood Pack is a total mess right now. Silvia's screw-ups? Worse than you think. She didn't just embezzle funds to splurge on luxury stuff—she used that money to bribe members of the Elders' Council. Now that everything's out in the open, Brian's furious. He threw her out of the Alpha Manor and stuck her in some villa out west, with guards watching her 24/7. Basically, it's house arrest in all but name."

His sole focus is on protecting his name, disregarding the consequences that the young maid may face as a result. "Yes, I am very sure. Please, do as I say," the wealthy man, David Nashville, asserts with a certain determination in his voice. He crosses his hands behind his back, a calculating expression settling upon his face as he continues, "Leave your bank details to Blackwood, he will handle everything." His intention is clear—to transfer a sum of money into the doctor's bank account as a bribe, ensuring his silence regarding the delicate matter at hand. This act of bribery is not unfamiliar territory for David Nashville. It becomes evident that he has resorted to such methods in the pa

But the doubt was louder tonight than it had ever been. Ben Blackwood didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t second-guess, he didn’t hesitate, and he certainly didn’t feel. Every move he made was calculated, cold, methodical. His marriage to Serena had started as just another play in a long game of revenge—revenge against the father who’d tried to ruin him, revenge against the legacy that nearly buried him. Serena was the perfect pawn: beautiful, intelligent, naive in all the ways that mattered. She was a key to unlocking every door that had once been slammed in his face.

I genuinely considered hitting him with a brick just to reset whatever strange software his brain was running. “Okay,” I said, planting a hand on the doorframe. “Let’s clear something up before I start hallucinating. You’re Atlas Blackwood. Alpha of the creepiest rogue paradise in the realm. You don’t knock. You don’t ask. You don’t do small talk.” His gaze flicked briefly to my bare feet, the faint scars on my ankles, the tension in my shoulders. He noticed everything. Filed it away. “And you,” he said calmly, “are Vivienne Moreau. You bite before you bark, insult when cornered, and prefer attack over retreat even when bleeding.”

"YOU BASTARDS!" The roar shattered the air, instantaneous and violent. Sienna jolted, frantically grabbing her dress from the floor to cover herself. Standing in the threshold was Dominic Blackwood. His face was no longer human; his eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his neck bulging with a lethal rage. In his hand, he gripped a black handgun, aimed squarely at Killian’s head. Dominic hadn't left the city. He had circled back. He had set a trap.

He ignored her question, how was he going to be okay when his enemy was in the same building as him? Victor Blackwood wasn't just Darren's business rival, they were sworn enemies. What differentiated them as good businessmen was the fact that Victor Blackwood was into human trafficking. He buys them. The man from earlier was now well dressed. He moved towards the stage walking behind him was a woman with blonde hair, "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon once again, I am Charlie Stone,” he introduced himself. He had this cheerful smile which seemed contiguous, Emery was smiling as well. "And I'm Cystine Rodriguez, " The blonde said,

It was a dark bar, a crystal tumbler of whiskey, and a man with a dangerous wink who didn't care who she was. ​She was going jogging at 6:00 AM with the Mayor's son, but for the first time in her life, Vivienne Blackwood was playing a double game. And as she drifted off, she realized she didn't know which version of herself was going to wake up in the morning.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

My breath quickened. His touch was different from Levi. Where Levi’s touch had been fire and hunger, Nate’s was control and power. Both devastated me in completely different ways. I couldn’t hear the priest’s words. Couldn’t focus past Nate’s hand on my back and Levi three feet away and the fact that my body was betraying me by responding to both. “I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.”

The soft cold wind of the night made my skin shiver. Pulling the strap of my bra down, each graze of Devin’s fingers on my skin had me withering, wanting for more. After unclasping my bra, my heavy breast was freed from containment, awaiting his touch. “Was there someone else who touched you?” Devin whispered in a deep pain voice as if he was scared to know the answer to his question. I shook my head, catching on my breath. “There was no one else…” I lowered my gaze, “what about you?”