Kimberly Blackwood Novels & Stories

"It's nice to finally meet you Mr Sone, I'm Kimberly Blake and these are my associates Britany Quick, Tom Dunlop, and Charlie Evans" Kim wasn't sure what to make of the bored look on Nick Stone's face, he looked like he couldn't care less about who they were and he made no show of trying to hide it. "I'm glad you trust us enough to take care of your legal affairs and I promise you won't be disappointed".

Certainly not Paul —the youngest and newest member of the team. ---------------------- Kimberly Blake paced the length and width of the small room. She had no idea how long she had been held there —no windows provided light, she wasn't wearing a watch and she couldn't find a clock. She figured at least a couple of hours had passed. Maybe more.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Dante Berkley ran after him.” “THE Dante Berkley? Like the Hollywood action star Dante Berkley?” Detective Robinson asked. “Yes, he’s best friends with my husband,” I answered. “Ok,” he chuckled. “I thought… wait. You’re Kimberley Stein!” “Yes, I am she,” Kimmy smiled. “Mrs. Michaels, you keep very famous company,” Detective Robinson said, smiling. “Also, a friend I inherited from my husband,” I giggled. “Next thing you’re going to tell me is you have a personal clothing designer and a Scholar Prize winner as friends.”

A black hole appeared at the tunnel wall and Kimberly came rushing out to see the omega wolves dragging her away already. "Crazy woman!" She cursed and made to return to the hole but paused because she was hearing the noise of the chainsaw behind her. Kimberly turned and was shocked to see the horror before her. "Damn it! " She carried the finger from the ground and began chanting spells while running towards the entrance of the tunnel. The ring eventually pulled away and she came to a forceful stop before the bodies of the werewolves scattered all over the floor.

Instead, he watched his daughter as her shivers grew, her eyes glimmering; Katie’s teeth chattered. “Don’t worry,” Tom said, seeing his friend’s unease, “Palm is one of us. He named his own daughter Cimmeria, for fuck’s sake. After Conan the Conqueror’s homeland. And if we can’t trust a black guy who digs Robert Howard like us, who the hell can we trust?” Tommy clapped him on the back and laughed. “Your agent’s legal department—good one, man.” 2

“Mia? I don’t understand…?” Hearing her name made something ugly twist inside me. “They broke the bond,” I snarled. “And if you say her fucking name one more time, I am going to be sure to cut your tongue off.” Damien’s expression darkened with realization. “Lockwood marked her. She fucking allowed him to mark her.” I stood slowly, fury burning through every inch of me. “She dared defy me and allowed the Lockwood Alpha to fucking mark her, and not only did she do it willingly, she did it after she saw me.”

She still wasn’t over it, and I didn’t blame her since I was in my own battle, but Kimberly hadn’t been innocent by any stretch of the imagination. “That sounds risky.” I replied, scowling as I thought back to how she moved to the island a year and a half ago, fawning over Ryker the second his tanned, toned ass sauntered in the door declaring her part of our coven. She spun the situation right to her advantage. There was this dark, angry part of me that found it endlessly poetic that Ophelia, the mate of the man Kimberly blackmailed into dating, and fucking her, was the one who brought her to her demise.

He smirked and disappeared down the hall. I grabbed my phone and saw three missed calls from Drew, one from Lauren, and a string of notifications still multiplying while my eyes struggled to focus. What could be happening again? Before I could scroll, Drew’s name flashed across the screen again. I answered. He didn’t bother with a hello. “You won’t believe it.” “What happened?” “Kim is catching fire. She's getting blacklisted. Someone called her landlord about a lease clause. She might be kicked out soon.” I swallowed hard. “That’s too much.”