Is The Blackwell Ghost 6 A True Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mark Blackwell didn’t believe in accidents. He believed in pressure points. And right now, he was staring at the biggest one his son had ever exposed. Ava Harris. And the child. Noah. He sat alone in his office at Blackwell Enterprises, the city skyline stretching wide behind him like a kingdom he had built and controlled for decades. The glass reflected his face—calm, unreadable, almost satisfied. On his desk were three files. Liam Blackwell. Ava Harris. Noah Harris.

"I'm not finishing it your way." ​He didn't fire the gun. Instead, he lunged forward, grabbing the drive and tackling his father toward the open gallery door. They disappeared into the mist, the sound of a struggle lost to the roar of the ocean below. ​"XAVIER!" Scarlett screamed, sprinting toward the edge. ​Two Hours Later. ​The lighthouse was quiet. Arthur Blackwell was gone—vanished back into the fog he had emerged from, leaving nothing but a bloodstain on the stone and the encrypted drive lying on the gallery floor.

"She confessed to murder, she confessed to everything, I have it all recorded on my phone right now." "A recording of what exactly?" "Of Vanessa Marlowe confessing to killing someone thirty years ago and running illegal genetic experiments on people." I knew I sounded completely insane but I kept talking anyway. "Please, you have to send police, my husband is there and she's dangerous and she has guns." "What's your name, ma'am?" "Elena Blackwell." I wiped my face with one hand and the car swerved slightly. "My husband is Adrian Blackwell and he's trapped there with Marcus Chen and Vanessa has guards pointing guns at them."

one of them explained. That son of a gun. He knew. He probably watched my whole sprint on ten different security cameras. They walked me back to him. He didn’t even look surprised. Just kept typing like I was a grocery item being returned to the shelf. “Mr Blackwell, I am so sorry, but you misunderstood me. I was just taking a walk around the house. I was so shocked about how beautiful the house was that I ended up wandering further away,” I said, pretending to be hurt for being misunderstood.

I was never much of a makeup wearer, but something told me I needed to look my absolute best when going to the Blackwell Manor. I still couldn’t believe we were actually going to the manor this evening. The Blackwells were kind of like an urban legend in the werewolf world. They were heard but never seen. I couldn’t help but feel like we were walking right into their den. The road to the Blackwell Manor crawled through pines that whispered like gossip, needle tips combing the wind. The closer we drew, the colder the air became, and old cold, the kind that remembers things. Stone walls loomed from the dark at last, not built so much as exhumed, wet with sheen that caught the moon in broken p

'OUR KINGDOM IS UNDER ATTACK BY THE KINGDOM OF THE GHOST MY PRINCESS AND I'M HERE TO CALL ON THE GREAT ONE AS INSTRUCTED BY YOUR FATHER. "What?" Ariel screamed. "He just appeared here, how are we sure that he's telling us the truth" Isabella whispered. "We don't believe you," Logan stated factly. "PLEASE THE KING REALLY NEEDS YOUR HELP GREAT ONE." "THINK ABOUT IT AND I HOPE YOU COME BEFORE ITS TOO LATE" The ghost uttered and vanished. "What are you both doing on the beach this early?" Ariel whispered snickering. "We slept here and were about to go home before that your father's messenger appeared" Isabella whistled leaning on Chris.

How can he say that? “Do you think I am lying against Nora? Or is this just some sad cooked up story?” I almost yelled at him. He needed to believe me. “Gwen, have you forgotten? The ‘ghost’ incident! You were so convinced you saw a ghost but till now there hasn't been any evidence to back that! How do I believe this ridiculous story you are telling me now?” He said gently with a slightly irritated expression. “Oh my goodness! Blake! I was telling the truth then and I am telling the truth now! I am not blind, I definitely know what I saw!” I snapped as I felt a surge of frustration within me.