Evelyn Blackwood Novels & Stories

She did not stop until her bedroom door was locked behind her. --- She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, the ledgers and the letter and the photograph spread out before her. Her hands had stopped trembling, but her mind was still racing. Helena Blackwood had known her brother was stealing from the company. She had documented everything. She had hidden the evidence behind a portrait, hoping her sons would find it and then she had died in a fire that was supposed to look like an accident. She pulled out her phone and typed a message to Viktor.

I shouted on the top of my pitch. Evelyn who was trembling profusely by all the verbal violence I and Violet were using against each other.I softened my pitch,unknowingly I effected her negatively. "Lets go from here.You are not in a right state of mind to talk."I glared at Violet. "Not so soon Mr. Black first I have to finish some unfinished business that I should had completed very early."The sinister smile returned on her thin lips as they curved upward and she swiftly pounced on Evelyn before I could react.

Chapter 36: Bloodlines and Solidarity. The Blackwood estate was shrouded in the warm glow of dusk, but inside Evelyn’s private study, the air was cold and calculating. The sharp click of her heels echoed as she paced before the wide oak desk. Standing before her were her twin children, Adrian and Alexis, poised and unflinching under their mother’s penetrating gaze.

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.

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

Eva stared at it. Her lips parted. “What?” Amelia stepped closer. “What does it say?” Eva couldn't answer. Adrian looked down. His expression changed. The name was impossible. Because it was the same name they had found in the oldest Circle records. The name of the woman who had founded everything. Evelyn Blackwood. Eva stepped backward. “No.” Adrian caught her. “What is it?” She looked up at him, terrified. “The archive says…” Her voice broke. “I was born a Blackwood.”

Aria’s mind flashed through everything they had uncovered — the secrets, the manipulations, the growing instability within Blackwood Enterprises. “This is bigger than we thought,” she murmured. “It always was.” Silence fell again, but this time it felt heavier. More dangerous. Aria hesitated before asking the question that had been forming in her mind. “Does Evelyn know?” Lucien’s expression hardened instantly. “If Elias is alive,” he said, “then there’s a very real chance she does.” Aria swallowed. Evelyn Blackwood was already a formidable presence — calculating, composed, and always ten steps ahead. The idea that she might be connected to someone like Elias…

Adrian's POV When I heard Ethan had been hurt at the Academy, I had to be there. As his father and the Alpha of the Blackwoods, it was my duty. The first thing I saw in the principal's office was a little girl hiding behind a plant. She was covered in dirt, but the moment I saw her blue-gray eyes and soft golden hair, my wolf went restless. Something deep inside me was pounding against my ribs. I knelt down, wanting to ask her what happened, but then Evelyn burst in and snatched her up.

Of course he had them fooled, because behind his facade was an ugly man. Beside me, Adrian’s hand settled lightly against my back again as if he could hear my thoughts. “I know.” Before I could process that, movement near the staircase caught my attention. The room shifted again. Conversations lowered, people straightened making space for the person. And somehow I knew before I even saw her—Evelyn Blackwood had arrived.