Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

“Perhaps you know him? It’s a small town. His name is Hunt Rivet.” I huff a small laugh, recognizing the name. “Rivet? Of course, I know him. Not personally, but I know of his bar—The Glory Rivet.” “That’s the one,” Sirius confirms with a nod. “But your family name is Black,” I say, confused, as I glance between Sirius and the others. Sirius chuckles softly. “His mother is my aunt. She married a man of less noble standing—Rivet is his name. They moved to Wyrm after the marriage.”

I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and walked towards the door. As I walked up the big steps of the pack house, I heard the loud engines of Sirius' cars. Black SUVs, a typical choice for a visiting leader, stopped on the driveway in front of the house. The dark windows sparkled in the late afternoon sun, and after a moment, the doors opened at the same time. Men in suits got out - Sirius' second-in-command, some bodyguards, and finally, the one person who stood up straight, giving off a powerful presence as a leader.

I cautioned myself and I ordered my thoughts to return back to order. Since I could not fall asleep, I decided to play with my phone. I got tired of playing games with my phone; I decided to take some pictures of Mr Black.I finally fell asleep. **** I got discharged from the hospital this morning. Left with no other choice, I was taken to Mr Black's house. I grumbled all the way to his house. But when we got there,I was amazed by the mansion. It was a mansion. It had a table tennis court, swimming pool and garden. The compound is so spacious and it was surrounded by big beautiful trees. From the gate of the compound to the main building was a long walk. It was a very large compound.

I muttered quietly under my breath. We drove into a white gate and there it stood. A magnificent tall building—an obvious mansion, with more windows than I could count. The door of the house was controlled with a button, from a tab held by the woman. I scrunched my nose. Don't blame me, I tried to be impressed, I wanted to be, but Tyler Blackwood was at the top of my blacklist. Whatever he'd done that seemed nice to him, was just simply bland to me. Who was this Booker Greyson anyways? Why did I have to be her?

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

Ngunit hindi na ito mula sa maliit na kwarto; ito ay mula sa isang state-of-the-art laboratory na nakatago sa ilalim ng mansyon. ​Si Liam Black, ngayon ay labinlimang taon na, ay nakatayo sa harap ng anim na naglalakihang holographic screens. Wala na ang kanyang pagiging paslit; palit na ito ng isang matangkad, atletiko, at matalas ang tingin na binata. Namana niya ang bagsik ng mga mata ni Xander at ang talino ni Aria. ​"Liam! Tanghalian na! Kung hindi ka lalabas diyan, ipapa-shutdown ko ang server mo!" sigaw ng isang boses mula sa intercom.

It had the body that as big as 3 vans joined together. The monster was sticking on its web house where its head pointed to the ground, and it's butt pointed to the sky. Its dark green color body had yellow linings on it. On its broad back, the markings of black formed like a demon skull tribal. Its two eyes were closed. And the 16 legs that were sticking on the web were like pointed spears that could pierce even a metal. But one thing that interested Yman was its lustrous web. It looks like some kind of durable wire. He could find some uses of it in the future.

Black said in a way to casual way " Don't be scared that guy had it coming to him he stole some merchandise from my son and he just took care of it. Come along I'll introduce you two then you can settle in before dinner." I reluctantly followed Mr. Black inside the house because one I din't want to stay outside as it began pouring rain and the men with the guns scared the shit out of me. So I walked inside and a gasp left me. The house was huge inside the front door opened up in a big living room with a L-shape couch and some arm chairs around the room a huge tv against the white walls. On one side was glass doors that led outside onto a deck.

" Yes, Mr. Black." " Call Alvin." " Sure thing, Mr. Black. Calling Alvin." The line rings, vibrating through my bedroom as Alvin answers the call. " Mr. Black." " Be at the house ASAP." " Sure thing, boss." The line clicks as I exhale through my mouth.

I didn't need to look up to know he saw me. But I did anyway. Chance Black stood at the front of the room, dressed in black again. Shirt buttoned all the way up this time. Sleeves long. No tattoos in sight. He looked neat. Sharp. Cold. His hair was down. Longer than I remembered. Dark waves that brushed just past his jaw, messy but intentional. His jaw was tight. His lips didn't move unless he needed them to. He looked too good. Too young. Too fucking hot to be standing up there like he wasn't a walking distraction.