Sirius Black Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

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.

Does this mean I can love him without feeling stupid for pouring all of my affection on an animal? Sirius was still the same protective and loving ani… man. It did not take long for him to profess his love for me. It was unbelievable. I thought I'd have to stay single for the rest of my life but with Sirius, happiness is possible. Sirius and I are planning on the future and we think a little cutie would be great for our family. It's about time we have one or two.

"Mind my own business, huh? I suggest you take that advice to yourselves. You and your dumb friends are literally out here talking about someone who don't even know your dumbasses." Well now I know them... "And so what? Are you one of her fan?" They laughed in unison. "Your idol is so pathetic. I'm sure her career won't ever recover again after this issue. Serves her right after what she did to that poor man." I slightly flinched at her harsh words. I glared at her through the shades I'm wearing; my urge to pull her hair growing stronger and stronger with each seconds passing by. "You're literally siding with a goddamn sexual predator who's been back and forth in prison! Is that a kink of yo

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Today was a big day for her, Brian had just broken the news of planning to engage Ariana to Lucas and it made her glad and satisfied. She had a plan, and everything was falling into place just as she had imagined. Now all she had to do was produce an Heir to the Black’s empire. It had been a month and she could tell Brian was getting restless, they had tried everything to get pregnant but something seemed wrong somewhere. And she knew he had used her daughter as a substitute because he had lost faith in her. Just as she was about to take off her earrings her phone rang. She looked at the caller identification to see it was just a prison officer, she scoffed. She had paid him off and she wond

Shine sobbed through the aftershocks, "Oh god, Sir—that was everything. I love being used by you." He kissed her forehead, pulling her close, hand over her racing heart. "Good girl." "Thank you Papi." She nuzzled into his chest, tasting the milk on his skin, a tear slipping down her cheek. The room fell silent, just their heavy breaths. Shine glanced at the black card on the table, then back to him. She was home. She was Sir’s Naughty Girl. THE END.

"She's mine. And she's completely off-limits to a piece of trash like you." The entire room went dead silent. Even the band stopped playing. Marcus tried to laugh it off, but his voice was shaky. "Yours? You think the Blacks can just claim her? She’s nothing to you. For all I know, you all just want one thing. To use her against me. And if she had any cell left in her brain, she'd know that she's nothing but a rag you need to rub on me till I'm all dirtied. Am I wrong?”

she told the man. "Thank you, Kayla you can leave us," he instructed as I walked in further. I look at the man sitting on the chair, he was well built for an old man. He has white hair showing his age. "Who are you?" Patrick asked bringing me out of my trance. "Sorry, Sir. I'm Sky Black," I introduced myself. "Black?" He asked with a raised brow. "Yes sir, Oliver and Alison Black's son," I told him making him laugh.

I scream. I jump back away from Dylan when he tries to touch me. I turn around to leave when a drop-dead gorgeous woman walks into the room. She introduces herself as Yasmin, and it is clear that this is Mathius’s mother. He has her hair and skin tone. She starts yelling at them, asking why they are making me cry. “I am sorry, Sapphire. I would like to apologize on behalf of my son and his friends. Their piss poor mood as you described it was because of us.” Richards tells me.