Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

I was the mate of an ultimate Alpha, protected by supernatural forces and surrounded by pack family who would die before letting harm come to me. Sophia Blackstone was about to learn that attacking an ultimate Alpha's mate was the last mistake she would ever make. The game had changed. And Mickey Blackwood always won his games.

“And pray to the goddess she does as she is told or I'll have your carcass and hers sprawled on the road for the birds to feast on.” He raised his hands in surrender and stepped away from me. His phone was already in his outstretched hand. Reagan Blackwood was a weakling and everybody knew it but I needed him on my side. He was so easy to manipulate. His greed had gotten him this far and I will use just that in my favor to get back at Ryder. I stood by the side listening to his hushed conversation. The scowl on his face was a sign that Alexis wasn't buying whatever tale he was feeding her. He had better try harder.

"Evelyn brown, body of a goddess, you're the woman I missed the most, I missed this body…" These were all the things I needed him to say, I wanted him to call out my name so when she saw the video, she would have no choice but to hate him for life. My eyes watched the man in front of me, and I flipped over, letting him be under me with me on top. I was sweating, and down there needed attention badly. If he didn't touch me, then who would?

But Bryan blocked his path, a slow smile spreading across his face. "He's done it with you, hasn't he?" Aiden froze. "What?" "The Boss. He's fucked you already." "That's none of your business," Aiden repeated, his voice harder now. "Oh, so he has." Bryan leaned in closer, studying Aiden's face. "Interesting. I can't tell if I'm disgusted or impressed." "I don't care what you are. Move." "How was it? Was he rough? I bet he was rough." "Move."

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia’s scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend. Who gives a f*ck if he is the groom friend. The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me hard against the wall,not in a hard or hurtful way. My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall. I knew that hand, it had the same tattoo on the finger I saw. Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me,his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck.

My eyes widened as suspicion formed in my mind. “We received an anonymous tip,” Officer Smith continued, “that you’ve been underreporting cash income for years. After investigating, we discovered significant discrepancies in your bar’s financial records.” Kyle stood frozen, stunned. “Wait, someone tipped you off? Who would do that? This is a setup! Someone’s trying to ruin me!” he insisted, his denial slipping into panic. Officer Smith remained unfazed. “That’s no longer our concern. The evidence shows clear discrepancies—unreported cash transactions and falsified tax returns.”

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Let's get to work. BAR. Brian twirled his drink around, a lazy smirk on his face as he sat drinking with his friend Kyle. "I saw her dude. She was smoking, all the curves in the right places". Kyle says grinning as he took up his drink. "Yes, and she will be mine. I've got the good looks, lots of cash and my father is Adam kings, what else can a woman want? " He said cockily. " You're right Brian. But then April Sanders is not your typical girl. She's a tough one and we've heard stories".he said tossing back his drink and grimacing.

And there her breath caught A security tape from nearly two years ago. Her sister, Vivienne, in one of Velvet’s backrooms. Speaking with Dorian. Dorian, his hair longer, eyes colder, had been gripping her wrist. Isolde’s pulse thundered. But in the video, Vivienne wasn’t afraid. She was laughing. The audio crackled: “You’re not the devil, Blackthorn,” Vivienne said, voice teasing. “You just know how to pretend better than the rest.”

I pressed my back harder against the wall, my breath shaking. Briar’s body fully shifted. Her fur was black, thick, and her fangs gleamed under the school’s lights. The other students didn’t stop her, no one tried to help me, no one moved. And then…she leaped straight at me and everything went black