Jesse Blackthorn 소설 & 이야기

He shoots a super angry look at Zara, but he stays down. That is what happens when you mess with my mate. “Move out of my way!” a sharp voice snaps from the back of the room. The crowd of wolves parts quickly, and Callum Harrington Blackthorn comes rushing out. He is the Moonhall Steward, and he is a total nightmare to work for. He stops right in front of us, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his leather boot against the floor. “Why is there juice all over my beautiful stone floor? What a total disaster!”

“One million from Ares and Kael Blackthorn. Going once. Going twice.” No one spoke. “Sold! To the Blackthorn brothers.”

“Without triggering open war.” Victor steps closer until the table edge presses into my thighs. “And if Selene lies? If she turns on us? If this is another one of your sentimental mistakes?” “Then I pay for it,” I say. “Not you.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Blackthorn exists at my mercy, Jaxon. Push me, and I erase you. Every base, every name, every shadow you hide in.” I smile. “You could try.” Silence stretches, brittle.

The specific distinction that Victoria had handed me without fully understanding what she was handing over. Cassius Blackthorn had been searching for me for twenty years. He had built legal frameworks and financial infrastructure and an operation that had reached inside this estate and used real people as tools and caused real damage. He wanted the founding bloodline heir. He wanted what he considered his by right of old law and patient work. He had a claim and he intended to collect on it.

🔞 ♠️ #BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 �⃣ Chapter 17 ♠️ 🌋 OMNISCIENT_POV 🌋 The explosion sent shockwaves through the Abuja streets, sirens blaring in the distance. Elizabeth sped away, Dave slumped in the passenger seat. Ijeoma lay unconscious, her fate uncertain. As the dust settled, a figure emerged from the shadows - Marcus, phone in hand. He watched the chaos unfold, a mix of concern and calculation on his face.

But she pushed on, determined to complete her task and earn Selena's approval. Hours passed as she searched for the rare plant, but she found nothing. The forest seemed endless, and she felt as though she was walking in circles. But then, she heard a rustling in the bushes. Jessica's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the source of the noise. Her hand immediately went to her weapon, but before she could pull it out, a figure stepped out from the bushes. It was a tall man with broad shoulders and a stern face. His silver eyes glinted in the moonlight, and his black hair was slicked back, giving him a dangerous look. Jessica recognized him immediately; he was one of Alpha Caleb's most

I snatch it away. "What was that?" I questions. "Was that...That wasn't Grayson was it?" Jasper, glancing around, assesses the shadows sliding in between the trees, as the sun finally sets. His ring glints in the rising moonlight. Commander of the Night. "Be quiet." He snaps. I fold my arms, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's going on. Do you know how isolating it-"

“Two black jeeps. They cornered us in the lane by Ashford Street. I tried to get away, I swear to God I tried, but they…” My phone slipped from my hand, clattering against the polished marble floor. No. No, no, no. I lunged for it, my fingers shaking so violently I could barely grip it. The screen was cracked but it was still working “Where are you? Marcus, where are you right now?” “Still in the lane. I just woke up. Mrs. Blackwell, I’m bleeding. They hit me, and I… I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t protect him.”

Before I could answer, a shadow falls over us. “Mr. Blackthorn.” I stiffened. I turned around and I see Dean Elisha. The man is massive, his presence alone enough to silence entire crowds. His eyes gleam with age and the weight of authority, his movements slow and precise, and each one a reminder of the legend that follows him. A were-panther and Alpha of his pack, he is one of the rarest and most feared specie. The stories say he went to war and returned with barely a scratch, his enemies torn apart.

“That’s almost four hours unaccounted for.” Before anyone could respond to that disturbing information, Jessica plops down next to me, her tray rattling with a salad and a soda. “Okay, Lily, I thought the guy at our dorm the other day was hot, but I just found out he has a brother,” she says, her eyes all sparkly. “Cain Blackthorne? Total bad boy vibes. Spill, what’s he like?” Her excitement’s so over-the-top it’s almost funny, but it just annoys me, because Cain’s not some dreamy guy—he’s a walking red flag who’s messing with my head. I felt my face get hot because the last thing I wanted was to discuss Cain’s attractiveness with Jessica while trying to process my own complicated feelings a