Sirius Black Cousin Novels & Stories

I called, trying to compose myself. The door opened and Elena Blackwood walked in looking very different from her family members, warm eyes instead of dark, calculating ones, soft curls down her shoulders instead of tight buns that made them look evil. "Ivy? I'm Elena Blackwood. I don't know if you remember me—" "You were at the gala." I stood up. "You're Vincent's cousin, right?" "Second cousin, but yes." She smiled and it was genuine. "I heard about what happened in the budget meeting. I'm sorry. Genevieve can be brutal."

“You think you are in a position to bargain? You are one loser and there are nine more in that camp. You die, we get another one to tell us what we need to know.” Neo dives into it. “Y-you can’t. You…you’ll need me…you are looking for my uncle yeah?” Uncle? “Uncle?” Connor asks, humored,” Levi Shaw is your uncle? I guess the apples sure don’t fall far from the tree huh? The loser gene runs in your blood, doesn’t it?” “N-No. Uncle Osiris. You want him, don’t you?” “You’ve gotta be kidding”, Brit seethes. The piece of shit is related to River and by equation my kids too.

"Time isn't on your side and the excavators don't sleep, and neither does Sarah’s greed." Before I could find my voice, the heavy double doors of the precinct swung open with a violent bang. The sound echoed off the tiled walls like a gunshot. A man stepped in, flanked by two other men I'm thinking are lawyers whose suits cost more than the average person’s yearly salary. He wasn't Julian. He was younger, sharper, with the kind of polished cruelty that only comes from a lifetime of being told the world is your playground. It was Lucius Blackwood. My cousin. The mischievous man who had spent the last three years trying to convince the Blackwood board that I was dead so he could inherit my gra

“She wrote about the babies’ father. The real one.” His eyes searched mine. “Who was it?” I swallowed hard. “Leo Black. Your cousin. Kelvin’s brother.” Liam stilled. His expression darkened, the weight of calculation flickering in his eyes. And then, without another word, he pushed away from the bed and stood, every line of his body set with a grim purpose that told me whatever came next would not be simple.

"Our great-uncle must die. This trip is just to find a scapegoat, and we brought Dark Phoenix for the same reason." Sadie was still confused, "A scapegoat? But Great-uncle—" Ronan stopped talking. Instead, he smiled mysteriously and stepped on the gas. The car sped down the highway. On the highway, Ronan finally said, "Great-uncle controls too many shares in the Black Soil Group. Don't you find it odd that he operates independently from our family? Besides, he has no children, just a solitary old man." Sadie's back was cold as she realized it. "Are you saying Great-uncle's illness is—"

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

"It's all because of you!" Sirius aimed his wrath-filled gaze toward Charlotte and seethed, "You just had to attempt murder on Jim's two kids and killed that bitchy Roanne who you failed to control! We wouldn't have ended up like this! "I needed one week, just another week, and I'd be the only successor in the Quinn family. We'd be living like royalty by then, thriving in the limelight! It's all your fault!" Luna frowned as she listened to Sirius' rants, subconsciously turning to look at Granny Quinn at the far side. The elder's face was paler than the wall behind her. Perhaps Granny Quinn had never thought that Sirius was responsible for her gradually weakening body.

Flashback – Memory Lane is long! Ash’s POV “Cut you off?” Dargan asked, while the rest of the people reeled from the information. That a barely adolescent kid had been accused of murder. Talk about keeping a cool head... “Alpha Christian Black was my father’s cousin,” she explained--- making my wolf snarl at hearing the name of the man who betrayed us. “And his only living relative.” “So,” Ashley summarized. “All of Black Wood’s fortune will go to you?”

I drew a deep breath, already exhausted of explaining this bullshit the entire damn night. "If you're talking about Doña Victoria and Don Zachareus, I'm not related to them in any way. I'm here because Sir Garren wants me to look after his son," I clarified. He turned his head at me. "Oh, so you're working for my cousin." I was knocked down with a feather after he dropped that bombshell. "He's your cousin?!" He laughed. "You heard it loud and clear." So my hunch is wrong. He's not just a mere business acquaintance, but is related by blood to the Montreal.

He was definitely related to Mason. Judging by the way he suddenly transferred into the school, he was definitely there for her. So, no matter how he tried to avoid it, was she still going to be dragged into the Hunt family's mess? Chandler said slowly, "I'm Mason's cousin. More exactly, I'm his paternal cousin. My father is the second-in-command of Royal Financial Group. Before Mason took over, my father was the one managing all its affairs." "Wow, a grown man who can't introduce himself without using his father's and cousin's names! Are you proud of that?" Summer coldly interrupted his proud introduction.