Father Blackwood Novels & Stories

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's worth looking into. He could be a key piece of the puzzle, if we can find out more about this man, I'm sure we will get many truths to come out." With renewed determination, they set to work digging deeper into Jospeh Blackwood's background. They scoured through records and databases, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for answers. As they sifted through the information, they discovered that A Joseph Blackwood was a notorious criminal with ties to various illegal activities. He was known for his cunning and ruthlessness, and it was clear that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. "This guy is full of malice," Zayn remarked grimly, his jaw set with determination. "But if

“The eldest son?” Belle repeated, her curiosity immediately piqued. Ethan smiled warmly and continued stroking her hair. “Yes,” he said. “My older brother. He hated being placed on a pedestal simply because he was a DelValle.” Belle nodded thoughtfully. “So that’s why he isn’t with you managing the company?” “Exactly.” A faint, amused smile curved Ethan’s lips. “He was the family rebel—the black sheep who seemed to exist solely to cause trouble. He wanted nothing to do with the DelValle name or the fortune attached to it.”

a soft growl tries to stir from within his chest as he swallows it back down, reigning in the beast trying to stir within him. “But they only came here because of her,” Blackwood glares upwards through narrowed eyes, his fists clenched ahead of him, “-we all know that. They demanded her the last time they ploughed through our City, and what did we do? We refused them. This is likely the cost we had to pay for not obeying their request when we had the chance,” his hate-filled attention fixates on me, “-tell me, girl. Is your life truly worth the countless ones that were lost last night?” he spits, “Does your existence justify the innocent blood that was spilt?”

Vivian declared, as she paused. The silence she had erupted in the entire room, even a drop of needle right now would be heard. My chest tightened, when I realised what Vivian was about to do, but I was already too late. “The man in that video is Ethan Blackwood. Yes I speak no lies, it’s the same Ethan Blackwood who is the heir to the prestigious Blackwood family. He coaxed and forced a young girl like my daughter into sleeping with him while he took her virginity. What kind of character and behavior would that be described as?

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

Julius stood by the sideboard, pouring himself a glass of water, with his back to the table. “Your husband,” Ida said quietly. “Anton's father. He started it?” Nele's laugh was softer this time. “Heavens, no. His father started it. And his father before him, if the stories are true. The Blackwood family has been keeping it in the family for at least four generations that I know of.” She picked up her whiskey, took a slow sip. “I didn't understand it at first. Thought it was some sickness. But then I watched my husband fuck his sister, and I realised—they weren't ashamed. They weren't hiding. They just… loved each other. All of them. In every way, there is to love.”

And yet, she ran—slipping through his grasp before he could properly lay claim to her. And now, the past he had buried was clawing its way back to the surface. The moment Mrs. Ellis had uttered that name—Blackwood—something inside him had snapped. Adrian Blackwood. The Blackwoods were once a feared empire that thrived in the filth of the underworld, trafficking women and girls like cattle. But they had been all but annihilated by his own hands. Valerian had personally seen to their downfall, wiping out the roots so thoroughly that there should have been nothing left.