Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Devin was a lady’s man and he didn’t even make any effort to hide that. “What are you so lost in thoughts about?” one of my goons, Brianna asked. Her hair was dyed pink with some parts of it plaited. She had gone for a red high-waist bum short, pairing it with a white armless crop top. Her legs withheld a six-inch Balenciaga pair, complimenting the outfit. That made her look beautiful but she wasn’t prettier than me.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

Stephen said, noticing Bryan's emotions and he nodded, bending over to carry the sack with him. “The cameras?” Stephen suddenly asked on getting to the main door. “They haven't been functioning for a week now” Bryan said and Stephen muttered a simple reply before they finally opened the door. “Peep out.” Bryan whispered and Stephen nodded, looking around to see if anyone was around. “It's safe” Stephen replied and immediately, they carried Alessia's corpse, moving out of the house without hesitation… There wasn't an extra time for the opening of the booth so they dropped her in the backseat, closing the car door immediately.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

“Look, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy. I don’t know you people.” The man stepped off the bike and crouched in front of him. “No, Damian,” he said. “We know exactly who you are.” Damian froze. “You’re a patch with the Dead Revenants,” the man went on. Damian’s stomach turned. He couldn’t deny it. “What do you want from me?” he asked carefully. The man smiled without warmth. “Name’s Dez. I’m president of the Brotherrrs of Steel. We’ve been watching you.”

"No. I will be giving Satake the task of finding and killing the witch that dared side with Sofiane. You should know how to get under that Hobbstone bastard's skin now. But you know very well that is not the subject I wish to discuss with you. Where is he?" "Who?" Devin played dumb while staring at a distance. I followed his gaze and it stopped directly at his vehicle. Without a second to waste, I pulled Devin by hand and led him to the car. The black Mercedes was packed amidst tree branches and away from the crowd. Devin reached for his trunk and swung the damn thing open. There was a man within, shrouded in darkness. I could smell vervain. Devin had probably pumped those shrooms abusively

Somebody was following her. They had been following her for quite awhile now. She could feel their eyes upon her. Her instincts were breathing down her neck with the telltale sign of goosebumps raising upon her arms. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that somebody was indeed following her. And they were good. They were truly good at tracking and not being seen, but Briar Devereux was a hunter and predator. She was a master of observation. It was very rare for anybody to sneak up on her and catch her unaware.

Brian raised his hand in the air. "So my sister was right. You do like this girl," Brian scoffed. Brian turned around and that was when Bryson saw Dede lying on the bed with no clothes on. Annoyed, Bryson shot Brian twice, one on the thigh and the other on the leg that was right after taking a picture of Brian with his hand held in surrender. He put the gun in his back and covered Dede with the blanket from her chest to her hip. He retrieved his phone and took a picture of the scene.

"One hour. The usual place." Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to an abandoned hunting shack deep in neutral territory. Three other cars were already there. Good. My friends knew not to keep me waiting. Inside, four folks sat around a small table. Ingrid Devereaux, Luna of the Artemis Pack and Elias's mother; Orion Blackwood, once a warrior of our pack before his "exile"; Viktor Beaumont, Elias's supposedly exiled uncle; and Lilith Blackwood, the witch who had replaced Celeste in our plans.