Novel & Cerita Kimberly Blackwood

He left before Maya could respond. She stood there fuming while her coworkers whispered excitedly. Mr. Kim emerged from the back office looking impressed. "That was Dominic Blackwood." He said it like Maya didn't know. "His family owns property all over the city." "I'm aware." Maya went back to wiping the counter that was already clean. "He seems like a good young man. Very polite." Mr. Kim smiled. "You're lucky to have someone like that interested in you."

Alpha Damien added. Bianca sighted Kimberly and both eyes met. Kimberly touched her face because she remembered what Bianca did tk Erica's face and she is not ready for such a thing to happen to her. “Who are you?” Bianca asked Kimberly. “I-i…My name is Kimberly.” Bianca turned to look at Alpha Damien angrily. Damien knew the reason why she looked at him like that. “It’s not what you think Bianca is.” Kimberly was more confused at this stage. “It's not what I think, you licked me up in there and continued to enjoy your life here with Kimberly?” Tears welled down Bianca's eyes while she was talking.

I notice from the corner of my eye JJ is standing to the side, smothering his smile with his hand, fucking arseholes. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” I yell at Luke and then turn to JJ, “Are you fucking kidding me? Is that what you two like to do? Jump women in the middle of the fucking night.” JJ stands straighter and observes me carefully, “I apologise, Miss Blackwood.” He bows his head. I turn to Luke, who’s starting to help himself off the ground. He brushes himself off. “Why the fuck did you grab me like that?” I start yelling again. I can feel the tears well in my eyes. I won’t fucking cry in front of these arseholes. Luke looks up at me. Oh shit, his face is swelling fast.

Blackwood’s jaw was tight, his eyes fixed ahead, and I couldn’t tell if he was still irritated with Calvin or just deep in thought. When we pulled into my street, I spotted a figure leaning against my apartment door, scrolling on her phone like she had no care in the world. My heart sank before my brain even processed her posture. Kimberly. My half-sister was dressed like she’d just walked out of a magazine spread, head-to-toe designer labels that I knew she couldn’t afford, hair in perfect curls, oversized sunglasses. Allison muttered under her breath, “Oh, this should be fun.” Blackwood’s gaze flicked to Kimberly and something sharpened in his expression. He slowed the car, studying her. “

“Yes, Sir.” Grayson opened his eyes again, staring blankly out the tall office window at the cityscape beyond. “I will be there. No matter how exhausted I am, Blackwood must never appear weak.” Arthur looked at him for a moment, then retreated, leaving the room with a heavy heart. Meanwhile, at the Blackwood mansion, Kimmy sat casually in the living room. She wore a pastel-colored casual dress, her hair left loose in simple waves. In her hand lay an open romance novel, though her eyes merely skimmed the words without truly reading.

She could not continue to do this to Jimmy. Mr. Blackwood is seated in his office, he had just gotten off a call from Botswana, informing him that Darky was still causing problems for the new GM, he was angry and thinking of a way to deal with the matter without starting a life-long rivalry with Darky’s uncle who he was in good terms with. He was still thinking about that when the door was pushed open and Annabel walked in. “Anna… good that you are here, I was just about to send for you.” he said with a nonchalant face, his voice cold to hide his anger.

Reading tables sat near the windows, afternoon light falling across them in clean rectangles. I had not been inside this library since my first week at Blackthorn three years ago. There had never been a reason. “Miss Sinclair.” I turned. Mrs. Pembrook sat behind the circulation desk, her reading glasses pushed up onto her forehead and an expression of genuine surprise she didn’t bother hiding. Fifties. Grey cardigan. The kind of teacher who had been at Blackthorn long enough to remember when the hockey trophies in the entrance hall were smaller. She was staring at me like I had walked into the wrong room.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

Kimberly steps closer, her perfume sharp and sugary, suffocating me. She crouches slightly, lowering her voice, as if sharing a sweet secret instead of carving me open right in front of her. " It's poetic, isn't it?" she whispers, eyes glittering with cruel pleasure. "The wolf less sister preparing the future Luna. Helping me slip into the lingerie he'll rip off with his teeth tonight." A soft, broken inhale escapes me before I can stop it and Kimberly's smile widens. She lives for my pain. Relishes it.