Jesse Blackthorn Novels & Stories

She leaned forward, frowning as she felt the person on the screen felt way too familiar. Wait, isn't that the guy…I encountered in the dark alley? My mate!? The headline rolled across the screen. “The rumoured Alpha heir of legendary Blackthorn pack, Cassian Blackthorn is hospitalised under mysterious circumstances. Security is tight, No Official Statement. Source says it was an assassination attempt.” Eden's blood ran cold as she recognized him. Heir of Blackathorn..!? Cassian Blackthorn!? Eden hands shot up to her head, “Fuck…!”

I found a seat near the wall and let it wash past while I stirred a bowl of soup I had no intention of finishing. "—Blackthorn's numbers are up again—" "—the Alpha, apparently, showed symptoms—" "—no, the second son—" "—collapsed during training, from what I heard—" "—progressing slower than the others they've logged—" "—Council is pushing hard for Davis on this one—" I kept stirring. Kept my eyes on the bowl. "—Rhys Blackthorn," one of them said, clearer than the rest, as though the name had finally organized itself out of the noise.

One would could easily have assumed it was regular editorial. “Blackthorn’s Hidden Legacy: The Daughter of Dr. Pierre.” My pulse stuttered. Below it, a photo of me getting out of Adrian’s car. I swiped, another image. An old and grainy image of my father. The caption beneath it, “Convicted for the Voss incident. Sources suggest deeper ties to attempted sabotage of the reputable Obsidian Circle. Now his daughter walks Blackthorn.” The words blared at me like they were being blasted from speakers beside my head. The sweat I had earlier wiped off my hands returned.

But this mysterious summons to the remote property had pulled me out of my quiet routine, and now I questioned if I had made a mistake coming here alone. “Miss Voss?” A deep, resonant voice broke the silence. I turned sharply. There he stood, leaning casually against the grand staircase with a confidence that bordered on predatory. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had dark hair that fell across his forehead, framing intense green eyes that seemed to see straight through me. His black shirt clung to his muscular frame, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The way he regarded me sent an unexpected warmth spreading through my body. “I’m Lucas Blackthorn,” he said, straightening and moving

And froze. Evan Blackthorn stood on my doorstep. He wore a wrinkled black shirt, a rough shadow of stubble covered his jaw, and his grey eyes were shot through with red veins. He looked exhausted and violent. When he saw me, a flash of raw, possessive triumph lit his eyes. "Found you, Rachel."

“Hunter Blackwood.” The fixer stiffened, a visible tremor running through his frame. “You… you think he’s involved, sir? We haven’t found a direct link, no shared communications.” “If I know that man, and I do, he’s already two steps ahead of whatever we’re doing,” James spat, a flicker of grudging respect mingling with his hatred. Hunter Blackthorne was his equal in ruthlessness, perhaps even his superior in strategic foresight. “He’s assembling evidence, lawyers, and he’s ready to burn me alive, just to protect her, or his own twisted sense of justice. Evelyn was always his weakness. And now she’s become his weapon.”

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.