Michael Ian Black Book Novels & Stories

I heard a scoff, and I had some trouble trying to figure out who it was from. “I’m sure you’re not happy about that,” Mr. Blackwood continued, “but it is what it is.” I felt Christian turn. “I may have lied to you, grandfather, but I’m not shrewd enough to wish death on Michael. I only want him to answer for all the bad deeds he committed.” Another scoff, this time I was sure who it was from. “The only thing that’ll happen to Michael is that he’ll become the president of Blackwood Air and Hotel, taking over from you.”

He hung there, suspended upside down over the inferno of the foyer, his face inches from the rising flames. “Victoria! Help me!” he screamed, his voice once again that of a terrified child. I hung from the tapestry, my muscles screaming, watching him dangle. I could see Zander below, moving through the smoke, his gun raised. But then, I saw something else. Behind Daniel, in the shadows of the nursery wing that hadn’t yet been touched by the fire, a door opened. It wasn’t a guard. It wasn’t the police. It was Michael Blackwood. He was holding a small, leather-bound book—the original Vermon ledger. He looked at his son hanging over the fire, and then he looked at me.

Lucian breathed, taking a ragged step forward before Seven smoothly brought her rifle up and clicked the safety off with a sound that echoed like a crack of thunder against the stone. "One more step, Mr. Blackwood, and I balance your vitals to zero," Seven said with a cold smile. Lucian ignored the rifle, his eyes only drilled into Maya and filled with a chaotic mixture of shock, betrayal, and absolute desperation. "It was you," he whispered, his voice cracked painfully. "The database bypasses... the total liquidation of the Blackwood offshore trusts. You didn't just walk out on our marriage, Maya. You orchestrated the entire collapse."

"How does he know?" "I don't know lets go and take a look." we both went out and saw Alexis holding the newspaper. I asked him to give it to me and he did. It was there right on the front page with a photo of Sean. Mr. Blackwood revealed at the masquerade event. After five years of hide and seek the world got to know the real Mr. Blackwood, a.k.a Sean Murphy Blackwood, Italian 30 year old business man. There are rumors he belonged to the de Mario mafia who are in jail right now.....

Alora screamed as she rushed toward Ralph like a madwoman. I kicked her away. “How dare you, Yvonne Caine?! He’s just a black wolf. How could you bear to strike your own sister over him?” Mother held Alora protectively in her arms while glaring at me with open hostility.

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.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

I have my eyes pinned on his feet, fighting off the urge to look at his face, knowing one glance into his eyes will dissolve my heart. “Mr. Black, whatever are you doing here this early?” There’s a pause. “To see my wife, know how she’s doing.” My hand is moving slowly as I continue to add a few details to an already completed sketch. “You seem busy,” Michael’s voice comes through. “Obviously,” I reply, sarcasm in my voice. “You’ve seen me, Mr. Black, and I think it’s time for you to leave.” “They’re adding finishing touches to the cabin.” He informs me.

As I returned to the manor to pack my luggage, the door to the study was pushed open. Gina walked in, holding a black ledger bound in lambskin. That was the core secret of the Corleone family—the "Black Book" recording every money laundering channel and every bribed official. "Leaving so soon, Elena?" Gina smiled with a look of pure innocence, yet her hands moved quickly to shove that heavy ledger deep into the luggage I had just packed.

One minute she had been on her way out of the car ready to try one last time to reach Isabella Stone, the next minute, she bumps right into a jackass who apparently wasn't looking where he was going! The damned man! She glared up at him expecting him to apologize and yet all he did was chuckle as if she were an amusing little thing and he just couldn't get over it. "Micheal," He replied simply. There was no need to beat about the hush. Meeting her that day had been planned after all. He had her followed ever since he was back in the city. He had to hand it to her. Madeline Black was a meticulous planner. That was exactly what made her special. Asides her otherworldly features and those dark