Mrs Blackwood Novels & Stories

They let go of Yulia and she leaves the room, her head bowed. Dad kisses me on the cheek softly before leaving with his men. "Come find me if you need anything, princess." "Sure Dad." Then he shuts the door with a low click. Alot of crazy things have been happening lately. First, Thelma just up and disappeared. Then Dad starts acting strange. Now Yulia is keeping secrets? Who the hell is Blackstone and why is he so hell-bent on ruining our lives? How can I harbour such hate for a total stranger?

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I was dressed in a pajamas “I would check it.” Megan offered. “No, you sit right here,” I quickly made her sit on the bed. “Let me get it.” I rushed to the door and as expected, I found Mr. Blackwood on the other side of the door. He was already dressed in smartly ironed gray pants and a perfectly tucked in white shirt. “Do you need forever to find the door, Miss Owl?” he said with a low growl. 'Don't you think it is a bit early to be grumpy?’ I fired.

Blackwood. Her maroon-colored coat clung to her body and her hands clutched a smaller purse. She was dressed for a five-star restaurant dinner with diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Everything on Mrs. Blackwood screamed wealth and socialite. “I’m happy to see your other life, Lola.” Mrs. Blackwood said with a smile. A smile that Lola had never seen before. Her lips lifted and her eyes hooded in genuine glee. Was it because she liked the Clifons or was she just that good at faking human emotion?

I look at Adrian and find him clenching his jaw as he takes in our audience of two people… the teacher and the receptionist who are trying to act unaware of the situation. “Is that clear?” Mrs. Blackwood demands. “Crystal,” Adrian says through clenched teeth. Mrs.Blackwood regards him for a moment before nodding and speaking to the teacher. The teacher leaves before she addresses us again. “Why don't we take this to my office?” Once in her office, we all take a seat. She intertwines her fingers on the desk in front of her, giving us her full attention. “I'm listening.” She says. I swear I feel like we're two teenagers who have gotten into trouble. She just has that strict Grandma or Aunty pe

Marcus Blackstone was already seated when I arrived, and my first thought was that he looked exactly like what he was—a predator in an expensive suit. He was probably sixty, with silver hair that caught the light and cold blue eyes that seemed to catalog everything they saw. His smile was warm and practiced, the kind of expression that had probably convinced dozens of CEOs to trust him right before he destroyed their companies. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, rising to shake my hand. "Thank you for agreeing to meet. I realize this must be a difficult time for you." "Please, call me Scarlett." I let him hold my hand just a moment longer than necessary, projecting the kind of uncertainty I'd spent

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.

Soulless. The driver opened the door for me with mechanical precision. No smile. No warmth. Just a nod as I stepped out, my boots crunching softly on the gravel. I clutched the handles of my luggage as if they were the last pieces of myself I could carry. A woman in a black dress waited at the entrance, her bun tight enough to give her migraines, her face neutral. “Miss Sinclair,” she said. “Welcome to Blackwood Estate. I’m Mrs. Delacroix. The housekeeper.”

"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."

The girl between them laughed, breathless and full of cock. The girl on her back gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. “fucking cunt, don’t stop...fuck...Danika...” I blinked. Danika. My roommate. She finally looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t stop the girl eating her out, or the guy pounding into her from behind. She just grinned. “Roomie!” she moaned. “Welcome to Blackmoor.” Danika finally pulled herself up from the bed, breathless and grinning.