Novel & Cerita Jesse Blackthorn

Ethan would hold me until I stopped shaking. Ten days after Dante left, my phone rang at three in the morning. I answered fast. “Dante?” His voice was low and furious. “I found him, Raven. I have Reaper cornered in an old warehouse outside Denver.” I sat up so fast the room spun. “Are you hurt?” “Not yet. But baby… you need to brace yourself.” My stomach dropped. “What is it?” Silence for a long second. “The assassin… his real name is Caleb Blackthorne.”

My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave. Rage boiled inside me as I read further. The Blackthorn empire had only grown stronger. Damien Blackthorn, Kael’s older brother, was portrayed as a ruthless visionary. Billionaire Alpha. CEO of Blackthorn Group, controlling vast territories, businesses, and pack alliances across Africa and beyond. Photos showed a towering, devastatingly handsome man with sharp features, golden eyes, and an aura of pure dominance. My wolf whined traitorously at the images, drawn to his power even through a screen.

Maybe if I looked like I belonged, no one would notice. But Silverfang always noticed. A voice, low and commanding, cut through the hum of chatter. “Move.” I froze. The drink trembled in my hand. When I turned, my gaze slammed into storm-gray eyes that made my stomach flip. Kael Blackthorn. Second son of the Alpha of Pack Blackthorn. Future CEO of the Blackthorn Conglomerate. The Academy’s untouchable prince. And, unfortunately, the man whose pristine white shirt I had just baptized in crimson punch.

Everything about him screamed money and power, from his perfectly styled silver hair to the gold watch that probably cost more than my annual salary. "It's Professor Whitmore," I corrected automatically, studying his face. There was something familiar about his sharp features, the calculating intelligence in his dark eyes. "And you are?" "Marcus Blackthorne." He extended a manicured hand that I didn't take. "I'm here about Miss Brooks." My blood ran cold. Blackthorne. We'd discovered the same surname as the High Council member in our investigation. This couldn't be a coincidence. "What's your interest in Maya?" I demanded, stepping protectively closer to her cell. Maya looked up at the sound

Her heart beat violently in his ribs, like the wings of a bird in a knot. "Enough, Lyric." The voice that broke the tension was silent, deep and charged, of a guy who didn’t need volume to be heard. The crowd instinctively withdrew and cleared the room for a man who moved like a predator he had never hunted before. Alpha Kale Blackthorn was tall and stable, built all the power and control, but shares his eyes that moved people. Silver gray like the moon on steel, clear, illegible, full of old and unknown things.

Black The Origin Chapter 16: Break Through Alkhun was pinching down Amari To the ground, she has nothing to do but ache in pain. "Wow, did you see that?" They are starting to catch the attention of the guild members. "Did he just beat Amari..." A guy whispered. "Yeah, we all know that Amari was really the strongest here in the guild--" "Tsk." They immediately shut up their mouths when they realized the presence of Hezekiah behind them.

My throat felt dry and sour because of screaming and drinking whole two bottles of beer. Clouds of uncertainty loomed over my senses.I felt defeated and betrayed.My own fate and family decieved me. I could not see any ray of hope in the darkness of conspiracy. But I could not sit and mourn the misfortune of my life. I am Asher Black,the born fighter .Things happens according to my will in either way. "Good morning Sir."Lisa,one of my maid kept a cup of coffee on the table and turned back to leave. "Lisa can you bring paracetamol for God's sake?"I rubbed my temples to ease the throbbing pain.

Especially not ones that had the potential to expose secrets they’d buried for decades. I pushed the door open with a flick of my wrist. Inside, Dr. Morrow stood near a table cluttered with files and blueprints, her back turned to me. Opposite her, leaning against the wall in a swirl of shadows, was Blackthorn. “Hyperion,” Blackthorn greeted me with a predator smile “I was wondering when you’d show up.” I stepped inside, my gaze shifting from Blackthorn to the scientist. “You should have stayed out of this Blackthorn,” I said, my voice cold.“This isn’t your fight.”

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.