Novel & Cerita Fanfiction The Blacklist

I don’t quite remember how they ended up following the Alphas of the Alliance, but I remember how Mateo’s father always tells me that they owe a lot of things to my father, which explains their loyalty to the Alliance, especially with me. The Blackhole is the prison where the worst criminals were brought. It was located in the middle of the sea with high security. No one could escape the Blackhole. Many have tried but ended up dead. This is the place where all the worst criminals were brought. I know that I was going on extremes here, but after all that she did, the way she had destroyed whatever was between Kelly and me, I just couldn’t get past it. I want her as far away as I can get her f

“To the editors of The Capital Gazette, You’ve been running stories about Hannah Black — false stories. But what if I told you there’s someone closer to the Blacks with a secret much bigger than anything you’ve written? The truth is, Lily Black is not a true Black. She’s the daughter of the family driver, Mr. Gabriel. She was switched intentionally by her father, Mr. Gabriel after birth the same day with Hannah Black, and he had taken Hannah Black to the orphanage. Lily has known this truth for a long time but has chosen act oblivious and even after Hannah Black returned back, Lily had done everything in her power to bring Hannah Black down. Perhaps this explains her resentment and obsession

It looked as though a bomb had gone off. “Don’t ask…” he muttered, noticing how I was scanning the room. “What could you possibly be missing?” Enzo pulls the shutters down on the windows, and I feel like I’m living in some alternate reality. Or maybe a zombie movie. “Farrah Blackwood is a deranged, psychopathic murderer. She was so successful, she killed an Alpha and a Beta, as well as ten pack members that tried to intervene. Shot them with silver bullets so they’d suffer.” Enzo spun around, lifting his shirt to show an angry scar on his right side, “If it weren’t for Az, I wouldn’t be here.”

Being Damon Thorne’s “girlfriend” lasted exactly three hours before I realized something important. Blackthorn didn’t just notice things. It fed on them. Every hallway I walked through, every class I entered, eyes followed me, whispers trailing behind like shadows. That’s her. Damon’s girlfriend. The scholarship girl. I kept my head down, gripping my books tighter. Invisible. That was the plan. Now? I was the topic. And I hated it. “Hey.”

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

I tried to keep my tone casual, to not give away my suspicion. Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then began to speak. "Malcolm Blackwood was in love with me once. He tried everything to win my affection. We went on a few dates. He was very charming. One night, he took me to his home. I accidentally opened the wrong door on my way to the bathroom and… discovered that the Blackwoods are far from a normal, innocent family." "What did you find?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I saw plans for their drug operations, lists of contacts, even bribes to officials. I was horrified. But I figured I couldn’t let Malcolm know that I knew. I pretended everything was

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other. Right now I need to take the last few weeks and lock them away in the back of my mind and focus on being Blackheart. From the moment I step off this plane, I will be cold, emotionless, fearless, and capable of anything. Death is my bitch and she’s not coming for me this year.

I still couldn't look at him. "I'm blacklisted." I said quietly. He didn't reply and I braced myself for the rejection. "I understand if you don't want to help me anymore." I added. My wolf whimpered in my head at the thought of being rejected. "What did you do?" The question surprised me. Should I tell him the truth? He's my mate. If there was anyone who should know the truth, it was him. "My alpha's cousin was killed and I took the blame to protect someone I love. I got blacklisted when they banished me from the pack. That was three months ago."

"The Black Rose League... it's impossible. You don't have the liquid capital. No one has that kind of shadow-funding." Kai Reyes had dropped his casual stance by the window. His cigarette was out, forgotten as he stared at the screen with the eyes of a soldier realizing he had walked into an ambush. His tongue clicked against his back teeth, his rogue’s grin replaced by a mask of cold, tactical alertness. "Damn," Kai hissed, his voice a low growl of respect and fear. "The ghost stories from the underworld... the ones we’ve been hearing for three years... they weren't legends. They were blueprints."