Housemates With The Blackridge Heirs Novels & Stories

I felt heat crawl up my neck, but I didn’t flinch. “I am Blackridge,” I said. “Born in the infirmary down the hall. Trained on the same training grounds you all bled on. My mother’s ashes are scattered under the old oak at the north ridge. This soil is in my blood. Lucas Stormridge is my mate—fated, true—but that doesn’t pull me away. It binds us tighter.” I took one step forward. “His alliance gives us warriors. Resources. Eyes on every border. Frostveil doesn’t take. It stands with us. Because what threatens Blackridge threatens him. And what threatens me threatens everything he’s built.”

“Your father knew part of it, enough to make you desperate. But the real secret? Janette is the heiress. That mark makes her the legal heir of the Blackwood estate, corporation, and legacy. It’s her birthright.” “No…” Liam whispered, stumbling backward with the gun still trembling in his hand. His eyes darted between Janette and Dean. “No, that’s not true…” Dean let out a short laugh. “Oh, it’s very true. All this time, you were chasing power you already had within reach. She was in your grasp, but you were too blinded by greed to realize it.” Liam’s face crumpled. “That can’t be…” Dean took another step forward. “You kidnapped the heiress of Blackwood Corp and tried to force her into marria

Isabella cursed inwardly. So this was one of the so-called elite. She recognized him now—Williams Edinburgh. Chairman of Crown Real Estate. Rank: tenth on the rich list. Reputation: disgusting. As expected. He reached for her again. This time, with more force. He was already dragging her toward the couch when— A hand landed on her shoulder. Cold. Steady. Familiar. Before she could react, she was pulled back— —and the next second, she was pressed into a firm embrace.

They had one week, a cryptic message, and a missing son. As they stepped into the emergency elevator, Alexander felt a strange, cold presence. He looked back at the ravaged living room, then his eyes snagged on something small, gleaming faintly amidst the scattered debris. It was a single, intricately carved chess piece. A black pawn. Its base was adorned with a tiny, almost imperceptible etching: the same stylized crest of The Genesis Council.

Kyle didn’t express an opinion on her words but raised his eyebrows. Walking along, they stopped in front of one of the least run-down houses. Antonette looked at the house for a while and then turned to Kyle, “Here we are.” Kyle was still hoping for a way out of the situation, but once Antonette had entered the house, he had to follow. There was a strong smell of damp in the dark corridor. Dust and spider webs were everywhere. The banister beside the staircase was rusted to the point that it could barely support any weight.

Levi said proudly. "Go ahead, it's actually good. So I don't have to bother collecting the rent that she always doesn't pay to me. Just take the trash away from here. There are still many people waiting in line to rent this room if you want to know!" said the woman no less arrogant. "Only stupid people want to live in a warehouse this small" Levi sneered, not wanting to lose. "Let it be. And that useless girl also belongs to the group of idiots like you said earlier!" said the woman fiercely.

‘Back and forth,’ she scrunched her forehead up a bit, ‘I mean, if she’s planning on going back and forth between her house with her mates and here. ‘I wouldn’t imagine so,’ I said and heard her heartbeat increase slightly, confirming my suspicions, ‘Alice will want to find her and Levi a stable home that can offer them everything they would have had if Leroy was still alive.’ ‘There are several good options,’ Marcy schooled her reactions when I didn’t take the bait, ‘Kelsi has already been watching Levi, Declan’s also grown quite attached to her.’ ‘But none sound as good as us,’ I brushed her hair behind her ear and watched her smile grow, stretching perfectly across her face and highlighti

"I can't disclose the details of my will, but know that you are a shareholder of the house. You should be allowed to live there, no one can lick you out, not even my—" A violent coughing fit wracked his body, cutting off his words. I watched, heart clenching, as he struggled to catch his breath. The thought of returning to the Blackwood mansion filled me with fear—the hostility I would face there was sure to be overwhelming. Just then, two muscular men in black suits stepped into the room, their presence commanding and dominant. "I have hired these bodyguards to protect you from your toxic ex-fiancé," my grandfather stated, fixing me with a pointed look.

I know she can't be like that, she just wants to help me. 'Firstly, if you accept the job, you will be guaranteed a place to live in his house which is like a magnificent palace...'. 'Secondly, you won't have to worry about Aunt Lucy who always steals your food and clothes. Third, you might be able to use that place as a refuge from Jerome who will collect your debt. Even if you can't pay your debt, you will be safe there. because no one can enter the billionaire's house without permission from their very tight security.'

He pulled out his phone and dialed Grey. "Get the penthouse ready. I’m coming over tonight with my son and my wife." He stopped, the word wife hanging in the air like a confession. There was a beat of silence on the other end. "Someone can't seem to call her an 'ex-wife,' can they?" Grey’s voice was dry as bone. "Shut up, Grey. Just have everything ready." Roderick hung up. --- The black SUV pulled up to the private entrance of the King Heights building. Roderick stepped out, carrying a sleepy but incredibly bubbly Adrian, who was now dressed in dinosaur pajamas. Camille followed, clutching a small overnight bag.