Kimberly Blackwood Novels & Stories

I watch Kimberly's face flush pink before she quickly looks down at her tablet. Strange. I have never felt anything when women stare at Alexander….and they do, constantly. He's devastatingly handsome, wealthy, and charming. Of course, they look. So why does seeing Kimberly's harmless appreciation make something twist in my chest? I clear my throat. "Kimberly?" "Right." She straightens, all business again. "Mr. Blackwood has agreed to meet with you about your proposal." My eyebrow arches. I didn't expect Richard to respond so quickly. The proposal was meant to be a test, a way to gauge his desperation.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

I clicked on the video of the report, and Kimberly’s pitiful face appeared on the screen. “Hello everyone, I’m the whistleblower, Kimberly Scott. Honestly, I really didn’t want to offend Ms. Amelia, but I was forced to speak up because I had no other choice. “I’m just a girl from a slum, and I really don’t understand why Ms. Amelia has been targeting me so frequently. Even the James Family Sponsorship spot that I had earned through my own abilities was canceled with just a word from her.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

" It's just…Did you know anyone? I just wanna know if there was a woman that time? Someone is harassing me and I think it's someone from Killian's past. He isn't talking and I'm trying to figure out what's really going on by myself." Keiran nods in understanding. " I don't think there was anyone special that time. Although, there was this woman. I think her name was Vanessa or something. She was a regular. They were always coming over every weekend and all of a sudden, she stopped. I think they fought or maybe broke up. You should know Mr. Black is a very private man, you barely know what's going on with him." " Right." " Have you tried talking to the police about this person that's harassin

The ache I was feeling has suddenly disappeared, and my wolf heal faster than expected. Though, our opponent is stronger. "My Lord, Lady Kim left your room in a hurry leaving me to tend to your health till you recover." she said courteously before lowering her head to the ground. She has a long fine black hair and some how short, her face is smooth and round with her matte glossy lips curled together. I shook the nonsense lustful thought off then I sighed heavily. "Lady Kimberly Michael-Ville? Was she here?" at a time, I was perplexed.

"Did we?" Her smile faltered before she turned to Sylvan, holding out a crystal decanter. "Alpha Thorne, would you care for some of our specially aged wolfsbane wine?" She leaned forward to pour, deliberately displaying her ceremonial collar that marked her high rank. "I'm Keira Blackwood. My father is Head Beta of the Eastern Ridge Pack." Sylvan regarded her coldly. "Is that so?" "I've heard so much about your Blood Moon operations. So impressive for a second son."

I murmured. “You’ll be fine,” he said, low enough that only I could hear it. We separated almost immediately, the way these things worked, Damien pulled into a conversation with two men who clearly wanted something from him, me left to navigate the room alone for a stretch. I found a glass of champagne I had no intention of drinking and stood near a pillar pretending to be fascinated by the centerpiece arrangement. “Mrs. Blackwood.” A woman approached, mid fifties, the kind of confidence that came from decades of working rooms exactly like this one. “I don’t think we’ve met properly.”

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

But still, a part of me wondered where she had been all this time. My phone pinged again, dragging me out of my thoughts. This time it was a text from Kaylor. Her message read: Found her, followed by a link. I tapped on it and after a few seconds of my screen loading, it opened to what looked like Kimberly’s Instargram profile. Her bio read: Kimberly Wright. University of Everon, 2024. Writer/Reporter @thedailywhisper.