Kilian Black Book Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

I had just become his problem. And Killian Blackwood didn’t let go of what was his. What does Killian Blackwood want from me? And why does my wolf—silent for years—whisper his name to me?

"The contract says I am his assistant, but this dress… this collar… this isn't for an office. Tell me the truth, Caleb. You know him. What does Killian really want from me?" Caleb sighed, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, letting out a huff that seemed to carry years of dark secrets. Then he just stared at me, and this time, the pity was replaced by a severe warning. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Sterling. Killian Blackwood doesn't have 'assistants'; he has assets. And you…" he paused, lowering his voice and letting his dominant Beta scent surround me. "You are the most dangerous asset he has acquired in years. My advice is simple: obey and follow every order he giv

"What about him?" "It's Killian," I confessed. "Killian Blackwood is my bully from London. He has a video from back then, something that might get me expelled and ruin my family if it goes public. He’s using it to blackmail me. He made me sign a 30-day contract to do whatever he wants, or else the video goes viral. That's why I’ve been slipping out some of the nights, and he brings me back to the dorm in the morning.” "Oh my God," Mila gasped, pressing a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Killian’s the one who destroyed your life back home?"

The raw power of the wolf spirit Lucian had anchored in his marrow was pacing behind his ribs, ready to rip. Silas stood up, his hand still on the hilt of his knife, but his yellow eyes widened. He was trying to find the weakness he had sensed earlier, but there was none. The man standing before him was the undisputed master of the Blackwood. "You have your wild back," Silas muttered, his jaw tightening. "I have my wild," Killian said, walking down the steps of the dais. He stopped three paces from Silas, his eyes turning a bright, savage gold. "And I have your oath. Or did the snow wash that from your memory?"

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

This time, he came to destroy. --- It started with a headline. Killian had just stepped into the entrance of the shelter when he heard the buzz — biting whispers, horrified gasps. Janine rushed to him, phone outstretched, her face pale. "You need to see this," she whispered, shaking. Killian took the phone. The article stared back at him, the bold letters screaming: **"Blackwood's Dirty Secrets: From Criminal Empire to Philanthropist Fraud"** He read the words once. Then again. And again.

“Or it could be someone’s clever lie. Either way, it’s a lead.” The girl from the dream thread through my thoughts again. Black eyes. A warning. Trust only Blackwood. The specificity of that last line has lodged in my chest like a splinter. If the dream was a warning, it had been pointed. If it was only my mind stitching together fears, it still gave me reason to be cautious. “You remember her?” Killian asks. “Yes,” I say. “She had black eyes. She said the books were leading me where they wanted me to go. She said the children weren’t where the books pointed.”