Novel & Cerita Faustus Blackwood

She took an involuntary step backward. Blackwood sighed. "I had hoped we could do this privately." Morales moved between them. "Don't come any closer." Blackwood ignored him. Instead, he looked directly at Elias. "You've caused more trouble than you realize." Elias held his gaze. "You murdered my family." Blackwood smiled faintly. "No." "I preserved an empire." The words sent a chill through everyone present. Then Blackwood said something that made even Monica stare at him in disbelief. "You've spent thirty years searching for the wrong inheritance."

“My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family.” I froze with my cup halfway to my lips. “Excuse me? Did you just say Blackwood? As in the Blackwoods? The alpha dynasty who own half the hotels, restaurants, and casinos on this planet?” “Yes.” I snorted. “Right. Try again.” “I assure you, Miss Liora, I’m telling the truth.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” I leaned back on the couch, squinting at him. “So what? Did I rack up a secret debt with one of their casinos? Because my luck at slot machines is bad, but not that bad.”

I spent my days working as a freelance illustrator, trying to save every penny for the baby growing inside me. My phone buzzed. It was a message from an old friend, a girl I hadn't spoken to since the divorce. Eve, have you seen the news? Are you okay? I can't believe he let it all go to hell after you left. My heart skipped. I opened a browser and typed in his name. The headlines were a bloodbath. BLACKWOOD EMPIRE COLLAPSES: LUCIAN BLACKWOOD DECLARES BANKRUPTCY. THE FALL OF A TYTAN: ASSETS SEIZED AMIDST SCANDAL.

“Let me do most of the talking, alright? You don’t have to act too much.” “Act too much?” I scoff. “This is already too much.” He laughs lightly but doesn’t respond. When we pull up in front of the Blackwood Mansion, my jaw nearly drops. It’s huge... tall gates, wide driveway and lights glowing from every window. “Wow,” I whisper. “Welcome to my world,” he says simply. A butler opens the door for us and as we step inside I spot several people already seated at the dining table... his parents and few relatives all dressed elegantly.

Lucas stated calmly. “That makes me your father too. You should start getting used to calling us Mom and Dad.” Pete instantly blushed in embarrassment. “Oh my God… the famous cold and fierce Pete Santana is blushing,” Cassey exclaimed dramatically, making Pete even more flustered. “You’re making him uncomfortable, Cassey,” Park warned while glaring at his sister. Cassey simply rolled her eyes before linking her arm around Darvid’s waist. At that moment, the public relations officer entered the room.

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

Later, the Scholar friends find Faustus' body, torn to pieces "Okay that's like a very messed up story but I don't understand what you're trying to make me understand with it" She rolls her eyes "what I'm trying to say is, doctor Faustus signed a deal with the devil to gain magic powers, what If Mr black did the same thing, think of it, once ghosts turn to demons and they happen to touch human blood they lose their chance of crossing over which makes him suck their energy turning them to dust, what if he doing so for the devil because if you think of it it's not only a benefit for him but the devil as well because-" I continue" he's depriving people of going into the afterlife, which is the

Chapter 1 I never should have answered Daddy’s text. But when the notification lit up my phone at 9 p.m.—Come to Blackwood Tower tonight. We need to discuss your trust fund. Now.—I couldn’t ignore it. Not when it came from Richard Blackwood, founder and chairman of Blackwood Enterprises, the man who’d built a billion-dollar empire from nothing and spoiled me rotten every step of the way. I am Sophia Blackwood. Twenty-one. Only child. Heiress to everything.

On my phone, headlines began to flash: "BLACKWOOD OUSTS FORMER TRUSTED EXECUTIVE IN EXPLOSIVE FRAUD EXPOSE!", "LUCIAN BLACKWOOD FACES CRIMINAL CHARGES!", "DAMIEN BLACKSTONE'S NUCLEAR REVENGE!" I lowered the phone, my hand trembling. It was a masterclass in destruction. Ruthless. Surgical. Complete. Lucian wasn't just defeated; She was publicly eviscerated, her reputation, her livelihood, her very place in the company obliterated. Justice, served icy cold.

Luna’s voice was low and composed as she began: OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE BLACKWOOD CORPORATION “The Blackwood family has endured many challenges, but few as regrettable as the recent public display orchestrated by Mrs. Angela Walter Blackwood. While we respect the pain of personal loss, the fabrication of events and manipulation of public sympathy are not expressions of grief — they are deliberate acts of malice. Walter Blackwood, my uncle, is under private medical supervision following a severe mental health episode resulting from his own misconduct. Out of respect for his condition, we will not release further details. As for Justine Blackwood, he is alive, well, and in contact with our