Kimberly Blackwood Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

But they hit hard. He turned his face slightly, drawing in a slow breath, trying to ease the tightness building in his throat. If only he had known. He met her a month ago—at the bar where she worked. Quiet. Reserved. Always polite. They had exchanged small conversations here and there. She mentioned studying medicine… wanting to become a doctor, just like her parents wished. And somehow, without fully thinking it through, he had given her his black card. She had refused. Of course she had. But he left it anyway—on the counter, forcing the choice into her hands.

“Something Kimberly and I recently discovered, something that, honestly, changed everything.” The conversation halted instantly. Smiles froze. Rebecca stopped with her glass halfway to her mouth. Even Leonel, who had been calmly chewing, lifted his eyes with interest. “Kimberly was adopted by an English couple. But her biological mother is Brazilian…” Axel continued. His voice was steady, but I knew he was trying to keep his composure. “Kimberly is the daughter of Silvana Morais.”

Kimberly bit her lip in frustration, her eyes blazing as she watched them leave. "You think you can get away from me that easily? You’re dreaming, Zen," Kimberly thought to herself, her grip tightening on the iron maiden pendant she had pulled from under her clothes. Her gaze burned with a mix of determination and obsession. "I’ve waited for years—years—to find you. Now that I have, no way am I letting you slip away again."

And beside her body… a black rose. She had received one. Not once, but twice. No name. Just that single, haunting flower that chilled her to the bone. And now Mrs. Kimberly, someone who had received it too, was dead. Maybe Mrs. Kimberly had been killed because of what she told them. If that was true… then the blackmailer was deadly. Her hands began to tremble. She wanted to tell Christopher that she’d also received black roses. But guilt weighed down her chest. She should have told him earlier. Now, it felt too late.

"How can she come to the Academy barely a month and she's already moving with London?" "She's so ugly, how does he even put up with her?" "Little wonder Rebecca hates her." Kimberly cringed at certain words that they threw at her, and funny enough, they were all coming from girls, so much for the popular saying "women support women" she wondered if they weren't aware that London could hear them. As he approached the podium, Kimberly suddenly stopped walking and made to run to her group. "And where do you think you are going?" His cold voice glued her back to her seat.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

" Trixie cut him off, went in and shut the door at his face. "Shit!" He hit the door. "Are you guys fighting again?" Kimberly's voice spoke behind him. He turned, looking disgusted. Kimberly's hair color changed to platinum... She obviously dyed it. "You should bribe her. Buy her arrows since she likes it and... "Shut up! Who said you could advise me when your occupation is begging for Igor's dick? Get the fuck away!" Sin cut her off and pushed past her, storming away. Kimberly bit the side of her mouth painfully. "Bastard,"

"You lucky girl. He's Matthew's age, isn't he?" "I don... I guess. Why?" "Oh, nothing. Only here I am, wasting my time with the boys while you're not even a week in town, and you've scored a date with a hot 20-something-year-old." "How's this one?" Kimberly asked, walking out of the fitting room clad in a black minidress. It was up to specification: short, tight, with a cleavage so deep she felt bare-breasted. "Fuck, so hot..." Amber murmured, her eyes billowing out. She rose from her chair and rounded Kimberly, looking her over from all angles. "Wow, you've got an amazing bod, Kim."