Lord Blackwood Actor の小説・ストーリー

My heels clicked against black marble as I stepped inside, the sound echoing back at me like a warning. “Miss Voss.” The voice came from the shadows to my left, low and velvet-rough. “You’re early.” I turned, clutching my small clutch like a shield. He leaned against the doorway in a perfectly tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing ink and muscle. Damien Blackwood. Forty-two, according to the sparse information I’d found. Billionaire. Recluse. Owner of half the city’s secrets and, apparently, this entire building hidden behind an unassuming downtown façade.

"I'm Sarah, Mr. Blackwood's assistant. He's ready to see you now." Marcus Blackwood. The owner of Platinum Connections, and according to my research, either a brilliant businessman or a sociopathic killer. Possibly both. They’re not mutually exclusive. Sarah leads me through a hallway lined with black-and-white photographs of happy couples. Presumably success stories, though I can't help wondering how many of them are still alive and/or not in witness protection. We stop at a door marked with his name in elegant script on a golden plaque. "Mr. Blackwood, Ms. Sterling is here."

He added. More guns were cocked and Levi was loosing his patience. “Nicholas Lightwood. Where is he?” Sharpening his supernatural hearing senses, “Let's kill this mother fucker!!!” Levi heard a loud roar from his right and the sound of bullets exploding into the air followed.

Viviana said cheerfully. Victoria accepted the drink with a smile, but I could see something was still bothering her. Before I could observe her behavior any deeper, the sheriff's voice broke through my thoughts. He showed Viviana a picture of Mr. Redwood. "This kid is missing. He was dragged from—" the sheriff began, but Viviana cut him off with a gasp. "Evan Redwood!" she exclaimed. "I now realize why finding him is crucial. He is Lycanthrax, and not just that, he is the only one strong enough to fight the Darklord!"

"You broke my horse." The voice was as cold and hard as the frozen ground outside the stable. Liam stood in the center of the immaculate tack room, his riding boots covered in mud. The air smelled of leather, polish, and expensive hay. Mr. Blackwood stood by the large oak workbench, his back to Liam, meticulously cleaning a bit with a small brush. He was a man in his late fifties, tall and lean, with the posture of a man who spent his life in the saddle. His hair was silver, but his shoulders were still broad and powerful.

The wolf growled at her, as if daring her to transform as well. Lily only shied away. Why hadn’t she thought of it? No wonder the Blackwood rang familiarity in her ears. She realized he was the ruthless Alpha of Nashville. Blake transformed back into his human self and looked at Lily. “Now that you know who I am, answer me truthfully for I really hate liars. Did anyone send you to spy on me?”

I blushed a beet-root red when I saw his gaze rake over my chest and back to my face before he laughed. “Are you always like this?” “Like what?” I wheezed, only able to concentrate on the way my nipples were brushing tauntingly against his hard chest. His breath sent tingles up and down my spine when he spoke and my eyes hooded over from wanting. I wanted the brutal Blackwood Alpha…there it was! The man was rumored to have killed so many wolves and humans that he had a giant castle in the middle of the town all to himself. “So…innocent,” He whispered and I flinched when he tucked a loose strand of my red hair softly behind my ear, his gaze holding mine meaningfully.

Jasmine It had been three days for working for them, and I'd come to a minimum conclusion. Lucien Theron Blackwood—The silent and rude one. Micheal Valerian Blackwood—The overly organized one Archer Stephanos Blackwood—The one who seemed a little normal.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

"I've never been allowed to know what's in my father's trust. Enzo always kept me away from anything involving my inheritance." Leo's jaw tightened at the mention of my brother. "Not surprising. Your brother has been manipulating you since your father passed." His fingers squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "But that ends today." The law offices occupied the top floor of a sleek high-rise, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. Mr. Blackwood himself—a distinguished older werewolf with silver-streaked hair and kind eyes—greeted us personally in the reception area. "Miss Howlthorne," he said warmly, before his nostrils flared slightly as he caught our combined scent.