Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

The Black Devil was pleased to see Hades was so caught up in their sexy game, he didn't make a move to grab at it. The Black Devil kicked it away as he descended upon his obedient prey. He toyed with the paddle until he swung it wide and left a nice slap on Hades's ass. It wouldn't be the first. He gave Hades’s ass a good warming rub and did it again. "I see you are squirming, boy. Do you have something you crave? You want to ask me for?"

“I can guarantee you that Bryanna will sleep with you tonight.” “Really?” Devo asked, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. “What’s the plan?” “Switch drinks with me and trust me,” I advised. “Ok, I trust you, Golden Boy,” Devo said, switching cocktail glasses with me. One drink won’t hurt compared to whatever Bryanna slipped in my drink. I’m just going to have to mirror Devo’s movements. You want to play games, Bryanna. I can outplay you any day.

'What the fuck was going on? I try to get my still sedated mind to wake up, stumbling to the windows but having the sense not to turn on the lights as I glance outside. All I can see are black-clad men with automatic rifles running through the car park, and I can't see any of the MC members. Then, a door opens, and I see Stacey and Julieanne being dragged out by four black-clad men with guns, pointing at them while they throw them into the back of a black van. A gasp escapes my mouth, and I head for my closet, dragging on jeans and a sweatshirt and slamming my feet into my old Vans trainers, then I head back to the door. Taking a deep breath, I open it again and let it out when I see the cor

The two figures that appeared were cloaked in black, exuding an ominous presence that made me recoil. "Time to go," the man with piercing brown eyes stated, his voice cold and unyielding. But I refused to budge, curling into myself protectively. I was not going to be taken, to be a pawn in someone else's twisted game. The two men exchanged a knowing look before closing in on me. Desperately, I scooted away from them, clutching onto the desk with every ounce of strength I had. "No! Don’t touch me!" I

Her. That image refused to leave my head. “Relax,” Avery nudged me lightly. “It’s just a game.” “No game here is ever just a game,” Elias muttered under his breath. And something about the way he said it made me believe him. “Alright,” Cameron continued, scanning the crowd. “Let’s start easy.” His gaze landed on Tony, he signaled him to start. Of course it did. Then Tony... “Avery,” he pointed. “Truth or dare?”

Suddenly— Scratches appeared on the walls. Raw cement being clawed by nails— CHIIIIIIIIIRRRRR All three walls at once. We were drenched in sweat. My breath locked in my chest. And then the figure slowly lifted its head. But there was no face. Only darkness. A deep black void. As if a pit existed where a face should be. Megha stepped back and slipped. She fell. Shivender rushed to help— When we heard something crawling from the far corner. Tap… Tap…

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

“He touched me, said some shit, and next thing I know, I’m out cold.” Briar ran a hand through his hair, stunned. “He used fucking black magic? That bastard got some nerves to use black magic on you…a level one Alpha.” “He really have so much balls, he must have some high ups behind him that's why he dared to do that, or he is just stupid and we need to knock some sense into him.” Briar stood up and paced around the room. “Okay. Okay. This is bad, like… pack-wide bad.”

She didn't look like a woman who had spent the last forty-eight hours tracking illicit capital flows through the Brussels clearinghouse. She looked like an executioner who had comfortably arrived ahead of schedule. Across the table, Damien Blackwood sat back in his chair, his broad shoulders filling the space with a heavy, unbothered stillness. He had come straight from the Cornhill tower—the cold, calculating raider persona firmly locked back into place. His black dress shirt was buttoned to the throat, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Lila with a flat, unblinking intensity that offered absolutely nothing to the room.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene