Sirius Black Cousin Novels & Stories

"But why do you say true heir. What about that cousin that Jonathan said that helped him, that Zachary?" "Zachary is just a stepson of the Blackburn. His mother married the brother of Nicolas. Unlike Jonathan is really the second son of Nicolas." He declared. "I wonder what he's like?" Nicole said. "Who?" "The elder of the Blackburn, Nicolas Blackburn. I also wonder if I was named after him." She replied.

Today's mission: come up with ideas so we know exactly what to buy. Technically, my cousin isn’t blood-related to my dad’s sisters, Sasha and Wendy, or their parents, Verah and Sean, since we’re connected because his dad is my mom’s brother. But since his maternal grandparents passed away before he was born and his mom is an only child, having grown up with my dad’s family, he considers them his own. My cousin is seated on the other side of the table, and in front of us, we have notebooks and pens. We take this moment very seriously.

"What kind of alpha behaves this way?" "I can answer that." Silas announced before Seth had the opportunity to respond. "You?" Gray repeated, raising a brow. "And how would you know?" "He’s my cousin." "Cousin? You’re actually willingly admitting to being related to such a deranged creature?" "There’s no reason to deny it." Silas chuckled. "Everyone is aware of the madness that happens within the familial line of Midnight Rose’s alphas. It seems that my poor cousin has succumbed to that, and I believe that he was reduced to this state by Stacy and Hana."

Lizzy insisted, stepping inside and placing the papers on the coffee table. Reluctantly, Furina picked up the top newspaper and read the headline: “Incest Scandal: The Neuvillette Marriage Controversy.” Beneath the headline was a photo of her and Diluc leaving the building the previous day, surrounded by flashing cameras. Next to that, a photo of her mother, Celeste Neuvillette, looking stunning at some event, caught her eye. The articles described Celeste as a celebrated socialite who had married the billionaire Antoine five years ago.

The neighbor curled his lip. “You seemed like a sensible sort earlier, but why are you taking sides with family now rather than standing up for what’s right? Everyone around here knows by now. It’s bad enough that your cousin has been the adulterer, but for him to turn up and smash someone’s car? He even got his own father so angry that the old man ended up in the hospital!”

Amelia tightened her grip on her phone. For a moment, she thought she had heard wrong. Ethan Blackwood? The Ethan Blackwood? Everyone in the city knew that name. He was one of the youngest billionaires in the country, the CEO of Blackwood Holdings, and a man whose influence extended far beyond business. More importantly… He was Ryan Sullivan’s uncle. “Is this some kind of joke?” Amelia asked. “It isn’t.” His voice was calm and deep. The kind of voice that naturally commanded attention.

"Father... I don't even know which woman my cousin is talking about." "Lucian," Mr. Arthur finally spoke, deep and authoritative, "if you're going to throw something that big out there, make sure you're not just assuming." Lucian turned to his grandfather, smiling slightly—a smile that made my hair stand on end. "I never assume, Grandfather. I'm just telling you before everything gets messy. She bears the Blackwood name, I won't let her tarnish it."

Henry exclaimed. “Only from what I’ve heard and saw is all. How are those two friends of yours doing lately?” Blake asked. “What’s it to do with you?” “I heard one of them insulted an Elon, and he’s no longer around. That kind of behavior will only bring you heartache and despair.” “So, you saying he insulted you and was forced to leave and break ties with me?” “No, no. You misunderstand; he didn’t insult me but my cousin Sylvia Elon. A close cousin to the CEO of Elon Trust, and the same one that gave your grandfather the hundred million investment.”

“Mr. Blackwood here, would like to speak to you briefly.” His beady gaze dilated slightly as he kept it on me, in a silent question. “Let’s take it outside,” I directed at him, rising to my feet, “shall we?” The moment we were outside the VC’s office, Sylas reached out a palm for a handshake. “I’m delighted to speak with you, Mr. Christian,” he started. “You don’t know how honored I am. I also have a cousin that works at Blackwood air as a flight attendant..”

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.