Mrs Blackwood Novels & Stories

All that power…It was hers to have, but Pierce thought he could mess her life up. The servants knew not to stare at her haphazard appearance and led her to Mrs. Elizabeth’s personal lounge, before leaving to inform her of Tami’s presence. “My darling, what a surprise!” Mrs. Blackwood gushed as she breezed into the room. Dressed immaculately in a navy blue dress and magnificent pearls. She stretched her hands out to hug Tami: “You should’ve told me you were coming today, I would have forced Malcolm back home early.” Tami sniffled and rose from the chair.

I slowly hugged my legs, my face buried into my knees, I was completely alone. "Mr Blackwood?!" A policeman suddenly said in shock, his voice echoing through the cold, sterile hallway. I immediately lifted my head, my eyes scanning the doorway, and that's when I saw him, Alexander Blackwood, standing tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention. His eyes, cold and detached, swept past me without a flicker of emotion. Why was he here?

Blackwood, who has always been kind towards me and always blessed me, was speaking to me like I was a stranger. I inhaled sharply, remembering that this part of me was something I wanted to hide. I asked them “Luna Duet? Luna Duet? Two legal wives? Which pack has ever had a precedent for this?” I can’t believe the nonsense I’m hearing. I try as much as possible not to be shocked by the nonsense being uttered by Mrs. Blackwood. I paid their medical bills using our money, my family’s money. Took them to their doctor’s appointments, but this is how she repays me? Welcoming another woman as her son’s mate?

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

he told me, winking at me. "And yes I watched fifty shades of grey last night. So I have learned many things from it. And I am looking forward to practically do all the things I have learned from it. Are you interested to practice it with me," Mr. Noah told me, with a devilish smirk appearing on his face. What the hell? First of all he was with me last night, so I know he didn't watch any movie. I asked as I could come up with no other thing than this.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

“Wren, you’re my wife. I’m going to take care of you.” Trying again, I managed to get propped up on my elbows. “But . . . you’re so busy.” “Stop arguing with me, Mrs. Lockwood, or I’ll bring out my other personality, Dr. Brighton, and he’ll put you in your place.” My eyes widened, and I lay back down to comply. I closed my eyes and stopped trying to get him to go back to work. I didn’t want Dr. Brighton from Thorntown to come out. I was slowly becoming well versed in all his movies and characters.

It has door knobs in a shape of wolf's head. Weird! "He is insi-"Chase can't finish his sentence as the door is flung open revealing the man,who has been haunting my memories and whose seeds are growing inside me. Alexander Blackwood. His eyes lands on me and for the moment,I forget the world around us including presence of Chase.His grey eyes has the shades of aqua blue this time.Probably he wore lenses but it doesn't falter the fact that he is the owner of the most enchanting beautiful eyes in the mortal world.

Behind me, the antique clock ticked louder than a bomb. I didn't turn. Couldn't face those ice-blue eyes that saw every weakness. “Elena Davids found a loophole in the…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. “A Blackwood,” she said, her voice cold, “does not get outmaneuvered by some ambulance-chasing lawyer.” Her cane tapped against the Persian rug, once, twice before she circled into view. At eighty-two, she moved with the lethal grace of the panther she'd had stuffed over the fireplace. “Especially not by the husband of a girl we allowed into this family.”

The Blackwoods were the ones organising it this year, a prestigious duty that only served to fuel my stepmother's ego. ​It was, predictably, another avenue and opportunity for Vivienne Blackwoods to throw her weight around. She was everywhere, moving with theatrical purpose, ordering everyone and giving instructions to a host of hired help and socialites as if she was the undisputed matriarch of the Blackwoods clan. Her voice, sharp and high, grated on my nerves.