Serius Black Novels & Stories

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

All I had to do was make it to the gated entrance and these fuckers would be toast. He appeared out of nowhere, all brawn and fury, the wavy dark hair falling just below his collar. Dressed in all black, he exuded the kind of carnal darkness that all wicked fantasies were made of. Only he was the bad guy. "Serena, I'm going to have to stop you now. There is no other choice. You are coming with us," he said in the subtlest manner, completely in control and without any fear of being caught. Or anything else for that matter. I admired his calm. He reached out, touching the side of my face, sliding his thumb back and forth.

But now, after spending the night with Alexander—Serena’s ex and the man who had once cast her aside—she saw an even greater opportunity. The line clicked. Serena’s voice came through, calm and cool, carrying that unshakable steadiness she was known for. “Hello.” Layla’s lips curled into a satisfied little smile. “Ms. Morales, it’s Layla Black. Remember me?” On the other end, Serena’s eyes barely flicked away from the stack of documents on her desk. She sifted through them without recognition, her tone detached. “No. Can’t say I do. What is it?”

one thing she knows is that Ben and jake hates each other so much and if there’s any one that would help her exert her revenge and free her from this engagement with him . Just then a limited -edition car stopped in front of her .Ben stepped out and Serena face lit up . This is her chance . “ mr Blackwood good evening”she said with a seductive voice. Her gaze lingered on his crisp suit ,towering frame ,broad shoulders and lean waist . He exuded a magnetic aura ,one that can make any woman weak on her knees. Evening what do you want ,Ben said as she stepped into the elevator. Seeing he didn’t shout at her , Serena slipped into the elevator with him. When the elevator door opened he strode int

Sera unnaturally stood up, trying to remove the tape from the recording device. Her behavior was extremely nervous, completely unlike the composed person she usually was. This impulsive action was totally out of character for her. "Stop." Damien wouldn't let her succeed and immediately stepped forward to stop her. As they struggled over the device, Damien managed to press the play button first. After a burst of static, a triumphant voice rang out: "Aria Blackwood, get on your knees and beg me." "I might let Daddy forgive you." The voice on the recording had no trace of Sera's usual submissiveness. It was arrogant and domineering to the extreme:

“Don’t kneel! He is not your god! Fight him!” But for every wolf who rose at his order, two more bent lower. Elias, still pinned by shadows, choked out, “Serena—don’t—don’t let him—” before his words broke into a strangled gasp. Fenris’s attention shifted. Selene Blackthorn.

Only fire. Only steel. Matteo trailed a few paces behind, his expression unreadable, dressed in battle-black. He stopped beside her just before the southern gates. “Are you ready?” he asked. Serena turned. Her voice was steady. Strong. “No,” she said. “But I’m coming anyway.” And when the Black Sons came crashing through the woods at sunrise, bullets flying and war cries echoing into the trees— They didn’t find a frightened bride in white. They didn’t find the daughter of a man they thought they’d broken.

After that, he knocked lightly, opened the door and went in. Serena stopped just before the door and pressed her ear close. Her heart pounded fast. She could hear faint voices inside. Inside the office, Dr. Hillman’s voice came first, calm and professional. “Mr. Blackwood, good morning. How are you feeling today? I hope you’ve been taking your medication properly.” With that, Serena’s eyes widened in shock. Medication? she thought. Then her hand rose to cover her mouth. Does that mean Lordblackwood is sick?

Damian groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss even more. His hand slid down her stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of her pants, clearly intending to slip between her thighs and find her heat. The passion between them burned hot and reckless. But Serena suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss with a sharp breath. Her eyes were cold and calculating. “Where is Mr. Blackwood?” she demanded, voice flat and icy.