Father Blackwood Novels & Stories

"Please, I need more." "You need my cock, is that it?" Mr. Blackwood's voice was a low, mocking growl. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I need your cock." Mr. Blackwood chuckled, a dark, rich sound. He removed his fingers, leaving Liam feeling suddenly empty. He heard the sound of him spitting, lubing up his own cock. Then he felt the blunt, wet head of it pressing against his entrance. "This is mine now," Mr. Blackwood stated, his voice possessive. "This tight ass belongs to Daddy. And I'm not using a rubber. A real claim is raw."

"I know what that little bastard did to you. Adrian is a boy who never learned how to appreciate a valuable asset." My heart skipped a beat. "Boy? Adrian? Who... who are you?" The man offered a ghost of a smile. He set an old photograph on the table. In it, a teenager—Adrian—stood awkwardly beside this man. "Alistair Blackwood," he said flatly. "Most people in London call me 'The Great Lord.' But you... you were supposed to call me 'Father-in-law,' had Adrian’s plan not gone awry and you crawled back into his arms today."

Retribution was coming. The full extraction wrapped in under ten minutes of pure, controlled chaos. Non-lethal force had minimized unnecessary deaths, but several Blackwood guards lay tranqed or critically wounded on the floors above. The financial war continued raging outside the gates Blackwood stocks still in freefall, the media frenzy exploding as first reports of an “armed incident at the Blackwood estate” hit every wire service in the country.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

"I saw you leaving the bar last night. That's no place for a girl alone. Especially when the Blackwoods are around." Helena felt a slight tremor of discomfort, but she kept her composure. "I was just looking for something to eat. And Mr. Blackwood was... rather direct, but he didn't cause me any trouble." The other woman let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "'Direct'? My dear, the Blackwoods aren't direct. They're a curse that refuses to die. That one there, Dante... he carries his father's blood on his hands, even though the lawmen prefer to look the other way out of pure fear."

Blackwood states, acknowledging the limitations of his influence. However, Terry wears a satisfied smile on his lips as he responds, "You may possess all the dark secrets of my father's deeds, don't you, Blackwood?" The exchange of looks between them reveals the shared understanding that Terry intends to use these secrets to bring about the downfall of David Nashville. Both brothers are driven by an intense fury, not only seeking to dismantle their cruel father but also to protect the reputation of the Nashville family itself, which hangs in the balance. Blackwood's eyes narrow with a mix of determination and caution. He comprehends the weight of the situation and the role he can play in unr

"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.

In just one night, one night of wanting to let it all go—I was betrayed, heartbroken, almost killed and now finding out about a group of hunters. “I know it’s a lot to process.” My savior murmured, almost like he could read my mind, “Trust me I felt the same when I almost died in the hands of an Alpha.” My eyes widened, “An Alpha. Do you mean— “A Blackwood, yes.” He nodded, “The Blackwood family is notorious for producing the most evil and tyrannical Alpha’s in all history. My father was killed by one. I, too, was almost killed by one. Those bastards have been terrorizing the town for years.”

Mr Black asked with a curved smile, taking a step forward, Grace immediately dropped her hands observing his features, she wondered what she could offer Mr Black, when he had everything at his disposal. "What would you want Mr Black?". She asked hoping it was something she could afford, she remembered her mother's teary face from the previous day, she knew the pain her mother felt and wanted to end it as soon as possible. She was ready to give anything to Mr Black in return for her Mother. So she put on a brave face hoping for the best. Mr Black took a step forward, and then another, till he was close to her, he stretched his hands, circling it around her waist, before pulling her to meet hi