Sirius Black Family Novels & Stories

“These families have been hiding their involvement for generations. They’ve been controlling the town from the shadows, using their influence to maintain power.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “So they’re part of this, too. But why?” Marcus, reading over Jacob’s shoulder, pointed to a specific name. “This one stands out—Blackwood. Gabriel’s family.” The realization hit us like a thunderclap. Gabriel wasn’t just a power-hungry CEO; he was part of a legacy of control and manipulation. His plans weren’t just about exploiting the werewolves; they were about consolidating the power his family had wielded for centuries.

he muttered under his breath, feeling the familiar sting of unresolved emotions. Being the eldest son of the third generation in the Black family empire was no small feat. The Blacks had been a name to reckon with in New York and beyond for generations—a name built on ruthless trade and a relentless drive for success. Eric had never lacked anything growing up, from the finest grade school to the most prestigious university, and now he sat atop one of the most successful conglomerates in the city. Yet, despite the luxury and the power, he felt a deep, lingering void.

“Blackwood Industries. 2 PM. What I tell you will change everything you thought you knew. -HB” I called Marcus Chen. Our lawyer. Former FBI agent who'd seen worse than us but barely. "Need you at a meeting. Two PM. Harrison Blackwood claims he has information about my family." "Don't speak without me present." His tone was steel. "Not one word." I spent the morning researching. Harrison Blackwood, billionaire. Tech empire, Self-made after his father's company was obliterated in the eighties. Obliterated by my grandfather. Hostile takeover, legal but savage. His father swallowed a bottle of pills six months later.

It is precisely because I love this eldest grandson so much that I can't know when he is wrong, and I will favor him and indulge him. "Dad!" Richard, who was kneeling on the ground, did not raise his head. His voice was as firm as iron: "I am right." Edmond Black threw the incense he had just put in his hand at him: "Bastard, you can kneel here all the time and think it over! If you can't think it over, you can just kneel here! The Black family has no descendants like you!" Black family's fifth brother looked anxiously , but Richard did not let up. Edmond Black could not take back what he had just said.

Then, he spoke into the mic with total authority. “Please join me as I bring to the stage… the founder and owner… Mr. Zaydeen Black.” The air in the room stilled and the hall went from a low hum to graveyard silence. For three seconds, nobody even breathed. Mr. Zaydeen Black? The thought echoed through the room like a physical shock. The Zaydeen Black? The younger uncle of the Blackthorn family? The man who was supposed to be a silent partner in the family business? The air in the room stilled completely. Every head in the hall snapped toward the side of the stage.

Christian, my driver of many years, asked me the moment I got into the black tinted limousine. “Home, Christian! Take me to my parents!” With that I concentrate on the tabloid on my hands, watching the latest stock rise in the business world. “Yes, boss!” He replied, and started driving towards one of my family estates in Washington. The Blackwood family is the richest family, and largest business empire in the whole of A city of Washington. Being the only male child, the whole family business was bestowed on me, yet I have a sister who doesn't fucking care about the family empire.

"The media has largely avoided reporting on me over the past month because Grandfather and Mom quietly instructed them to." My gaze darkened slightly as it returned to the article. "This outlet is one of the subsidiaries under the Morgan family—the Blackthorne family’s rival. They won’t cooperate." That uncle and cousin of mine were becoming increasingly bold. Allying themselves with a rival family at a time like this… I had no idea what they were thinking. "So we leave it alone?" Adrian asked, sounding unconvinced. "It's clearly meant to undermine you. And if this continues, Miss Helene might get dragged into it too."

To become a member of the base, one must be fully qualified mentally and physically. As he walked into the orphanage, everybody was fascinated by his visage; he had well-shaped eyebrows, deep dark grey eyes that showed a speck of green due to the sunlight, a high and straight nose bridge, and cold, thin lips….. (everyone's thought) is he from a painting?. All the instructors and other workers in the orphanage were already gathered, waiting for the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood to appear. The Blackwood family is one of the most powerful families in the US. Although on the surface, it was a business family, it owns the largest talent training base in the shadows, training talents for

On the other hand, Adrian asked, “Who’s Danton Black?” Adrian wondered why he had encountered a number of people with the last name “Black” recently. Samantha explained, “Danton is from the Herbalis Group that belongs to Swallowston’s Black family. He’s also the father of Simon Black, Clara’s fiance.” Adrian was enlightened. ‘I see. It’s Simon’s father.’ “Elara, please set him up in the reception room and I’ll be there shortly,” Samantha instructed Elara.

"My father is a snake, but if his corruption became public tomorrow, the Vane International stock would plummet by forty percent. The board would use the chaos to strip me of my chairman title, and we would lose all our legal leverage against the remaining Sterling assets. We need his reputation intact until the transition is finished." "And yes, my cousin is another problem," Elias said, his fist clenching tight against his knee. "Sirius is using his private port connections to hide her. He wants my seat, and she wants your blood. But Sirius is incredibly slippery. He never puts his own name on a single legal document, and he always uses burner phones. I don't know how to tackle him or prov