Novel & Cerita Oblivion Blackwood Company

I made sure Laura and Kevin arrived home safely, Aria decided to stay over to provide emotional support, and with the hawk’s eye security around the property: Bullet proof drones that attack as a hive, navy seals, martial artists, even hired brutal ex-convicts— the house was an impregnable fortress, even an ant wouldn't go undetected. After the hacking attempt at the hospital, my instinct flared to code red ever since, because the Blackwoods were unpredictable. Striking when you least expected it, I couldn't take chances. Tommy wanted to follow me down here, but I declined. He knew enough already, and I refused to be an open book, all because I was being a coward and afraid of meeting the Bl

the old man said. “I could swear that we were related, the Blacks and the Blackwoods,” I said, intentionally putting their name before mine to offer them a little glimpse at a humility I barely possessed. “We are both strong families who owned the dark businesses in the local towns, who carry out murders when needed. Yet, my Blackwood family is on a decline that has not started yet, but which I foresee. Our competitors sell the same kind of drugs as us, but at cheaper rates. Our sales are not as big as they used to be in the past years even though we are still top sellers, and I see an alliance with the Black family as a way out of this.”

My own guards instinctively stepped forward, but there were only five of them. Five of them!! The imbalance was humiliating and dangerous. I had to signal them to back off. The board members stiffened in their seats, fear creeping into their eyes like a slow poison. Dylan walked closer, hands clasped behind his back like he owned the room. “The Blackwood family,” he said smoothly, “will support this company with new projects if the board supports Orla Grey as president.” Silence fell in the board room. It was thick and suffocating.

He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much. Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing. Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”

The dark clouds hung ominously over Silverwood Falls as Samuel and I prepared for our next mission. With the newfound support of several council members, we had a sliver of hope. But we needed concrete evidence to expose Gabriel Blackwood and his twisted plans. Our target: Blackwood Enterprises. Disguised in maintenance uniforms, we approached the imposing building. It was a stark contrast to the quaint, rustic feel of Silverwood Falls—glass and steel, a modern fortress amidst the wilderness. Samuel and I exchanged a glance, our determination mirrored in each other's eyes. We had to succeed.

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

All our hard work, every contract we had fought for, every sleepless night building the Blackwood empire, and they were stealing it from us in a single hour while we were fighting for our lives in a concrete tomb. "She wants a war," Alexander said, his voice deadly quiet. He didn't sound angry anymore. He sounded like the Ice King, cold, calculating, and completely ruthless. "She thinks she can take my company by playing corporate politics and hiring thugs. Let's show her what happens when you corner a Blackwood." "What do you want to do?" Marcus asked, standing straight. "We can't walk back into the main headquarters. The entire building is locked down by Sterling security." "We don't walk

"Former military, a demolitions expert, currently employed by Blackwood Security, a private firm owned by, surprise, Thomas Blackwood." “So we’ve caught him,” Damian said. “There’s a direct link between the fire and Blackwood.” “And there’s more,” Lorenzo said, scrolling through his files. “I’ve been investigating all day. Thomas Blackwood isn’t just an angry old man looking for revenge. He’s desperate. Yes, he lost fifty million fifteen years ago, but since then he’s kept making bad investments, trying to get the money back. He’s used everything he owns as collateral—his buildings, his investments, even his judge’s pension. If he doesn’t get that money back soon, he’ll be completely broke.”