Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

He admitted. "Can I get that kiss now?" He asked. I turned to the three seated. "Did you get it?" I asked. "I'm not stupid, doll. I ain't giving you this phone." The dark skin said, holding it firmly. I smiled. Now he proved to be a Mafioso. The game was just beginning. I turned back to the dress shirt guy. "Do you want to sit or the kiss?" "Both!" At his position, I stood up, kneeing him on his groin and throwing him on the chair.

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

Love, Alyssa Summers. Devan ~”I have one question.” Matson ~”Who is Alyssa Summers?” Aaron ~”Alyssa Summers is Summer.” Devan ~”Yes we kind of figured that out.” Matson ~”But who is Alyssa?” Aaron ~”Alyssa is The Black Widow” Devan ~”You are shitting me.” Matson ~”Seriously shitting me.” Aaron ~”I wish I was shitting you.” Devan ~”But how did we not know?”

But in my haste and dizziness, I completely misjudged my footing, veered off course, and collided hard with a solid, unyielding mass. The impact knocked the wind straight out of my lungs, making me stumble backward and fall hard onto the rough stone ground, the broom clattering loudly beside me. Frustrated and wincing as the fall jarred my injured shoulder, I squeezed my eyes shut for a second before blinking upward to see what kind of pillar or structural beam I had just managed to crash into. My breath caught violently in my throat. Looking up, I see it's not a wall at all. Standing right above me, towering over my crumpled form with a dark, imposing shadow, is the very man that seemed to

I stood there for a second and thought about what I had just heard. I had read about Damien Blackwood. I had seen the articles, the profiles, the business page features that used words like ruthless and exacting and uncompromising. I had looked at his photographs and thought I understood something about who he was from the way he held himself in them. I had not understood anything. I saw it again that afternoon.

It was like they had looked into my mind and pulled the words out before I had a chance to say them. “I know that this might not seem important to you all, but I must be honest with everyone. As many of you know, we have a girl here who has been going by the name Aryan Blakley, but her real name is Aryan Blackwood.” Brianna’s words cut through me as if I was as soft as butter.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

Briella’s eyes turned red. Old Master Elsher pointed at her, face pale. “Austin… he was your teacher?!” “That’s right. I’m the sole heir of the Blackwood family—and Austin’s student.” Briella stood tall, her aura proud and commanding. But Old Master Elsher just burst into laughter, like he’d heard the world’s funniest joke. “Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!” He finally stopped laughing, his face twisted with hatred.

"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."