Evelyn Blackwood Novels & Stories

I asked him softly. "Evie, your face," he started as he took a step backwards. "My face?" I felt my face with my fingers and it felt normal, there was nothing there so what was he talking about? "There's nothing on my face." I told him. He was still taking short steps back, one at a time until his back hit the door. Why was he so scared? What's going on? "Eve, your eyes are black." He said with fright. "What do you mean?"

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering neon signs from the streets below. Smoke drifted lazily in the air, curling up toward the cracked ceiling. A low buzz came from a dozen monitors lining the wall, each screen flashing with live footage of city streets, security feeds, traffic cams, and one in particular… Her. The girl with the soft smile and unsure eyes. Evelyn. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on the table. “So… this is the girl,” I muttered, eyes narrowing on the screen where she was sipping tea at a kitchen table completely unaware she was being watched. “The one the Blackwoods are hiding.”

Leslie took a seat despite the feeling of trepidation in her heart and said, "My name is Leslie Harrison. Maybe you could explain why you came into my father's ward and claimed that you could be of assistance." "Claimed?" The woman scoffed smugly. "Did you just say 'claimed'? I don't make claims, dear child. Everything I say, I do it. Besides, do you even know who I am?" "Am I supposed to know?" Leslie retorted carefully, her feeling of unease multiplying. "My name is Eleanor Blackwood," she said, impatience tinging her words. Leslie let out a small "Oh," and then it hit her. Blackwood wasn't a common name in New York. Only one family used that name around here. Her eyes widened in shock, an

“I’m sure, sweetie. Let me go take a shower and change, then I’ll come back downstairs and spend some time with you, okay?” Cecily grinned. “Okay!” As Carlos guided her to the living room to distract her with cartoons and crayons, Evelyn slowly walked upstairs. Her steps felt heavier than usual. Inside her room, she peeled off her clothes, letting the water from the shower hit her skin like gentle rain. But it couldn’t wash away the storm in her head. Landon saw me. The moment kept playing in her mind his dazed expression, the disbelief in his eyes as she checked his vitals like a stranger.

Sneering, Evelyn tried to walk past him when Dylan grabbed her left arm stopping her. “Listen, Eve, I know-“ “Evelyn.” She hollered before snatching her arm out of his hold. “It’s Evelyn Clarke for you, Mr. Black. And I warn you to stay away from me if you don’t wish for me to become your biggest nightmare.”

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

The letter was already in my room when I lit the candle. I hadn’t heard a knock. One moment I was alone with the rain against the window; the next, an envelope waited on my desk as if it had grown there. Black wax, sealed with a crest of two ravens circling a red moon. My name—Miss Evelyn Blackthorne—written in a hand that knew too much about me. I broke the seal. You seek truths the living won’t name. Come to Whitestone Castle before the full moon wanes. At the foot of the Carpathians you will be met. The road is long. The night longer.

he said quietly. She obeyed. Lady Evelyn Blackwood, 1823 to 1846. The letters had been cut with a careful hand. She moved to the next. Isabelle Blackwood, 1865 to 1887. Then Margaret Ainsley Blackwood, 1890 to 1912. The rhythm of the dates chilled her. Each life had ended early, as if an unseen hand had closed a book that still held blank pages.

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth