Sirius Black House 소설 & 이야기

“Boaz seems to have quit drinking, since he hasn’t come out recently. It’d be pretty boring if we went to Royal Court by ourselves.” “I’m going to the Black family’s mansion,” Titus said coolly, as if he was going to a place that had nothing to do with him. Once those words registered in Sirius’s head, he was stunned. “The… Black family’s mansion?” He put down his wine glass and went over to Titus. “You’re actually going home? Are pigs flying?” Titus said nothing, but his expression turned cold the moment Sirius mentioned the word “home”. Sirius fell silent once he saw it and did not say anything else.

“You see, Alexander, while you were busy playing hero in the snow, my buyers finished the company takeover papers using the signatures your wife gave us.” Victor leaned forward, his eyes turning cold. “The software keys have just been sent to the London group’s main server. And as for the penthouse you love so much? Look out the window behind me.” The camera moved slightly, showing the tall glass windows of the penthouse. Outside, red and blue police lights flashed all over the street below. Police vehicles had blocked the roads around Blackwood Tower. A police helicopter flew close to the building, making the walls shake.

“The master has his ways.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I almost thought I'd misheard her. I frowned. That didn't answer my question. If anything, it only made me wonder what kind of man Sebastian Blackwood really was. Lily led me out of the room and down the sweeping staircase. Outside, a sleek black luxury SUV waited beneath the covered entrance, its glossy finish reflecting the afternoon sun. Two men dressed in tailored black suits stood beside it, earpieces tucked discreetly behind their ears.

I got in, still always in the same dress as in the evening before, my hair glued from the rain, my Mascara probably smeared like a madman. Nobody looked at me. Or maybe I just formed it. The high house of Adrian Blackwood stood like a black monolith in the grey Jesus. Fifty floors of glass, steel and money. At the sight of me Bad. Blackwood Enterprises was one of the largest investment firms in the Land, and Adrian led them like a kingdom. They said he earned twenty-nine more money than some families in

I said, without looking up from the tablet balanced on my knee. "Sir." "The apartment building on 4th and Mercer. Find out who holds the deed through the parent company. I want it transferred to a Blackthorne shell by morning." I paused. "Price is irrelevant." There was a brief silence because Harrison was too professional to react but I heard the faint adjustment in his breathing. "Yes, Mr. Blackthorne." I set the tablet down and looked out the window. The entrance to Phoenix Rising was dark now, the glass doors locked, the lights cut to the minimal overnight setting.

With no offices being housed in the old pack house, they did not have to worry about random pack members walking into their house. Sirius and his wife took the smaller and older house for more privacy to start their lives and family together. Plus, there was not another house big enough to house all his siblings when he ascended to the position. Malachi had insisted that Sirius and Laura take the bigger house – it was tradition. It was also tradition that currently had him walking across the small field between the two buildings to attend the Council meeting. He was tired of some of these traditions and had no issues with refusing to kick his family out of their house just for tradition.

The address led me to the wealthiest part of the city. The houses here weren't houses; they were fortresses of stone and glass, hidden behind tall iron gates. I checked the number on the heavy gate: 404. My hands were shaking as I pressed the intercom button. "Lin," I whispered into the speaker. A buzz sounded, and the heavy gate clicked open. I walked up the long driveway. Professor Black’s house was modern, sharp, and intimidating—just like him. Large windows glowed with a dim, amber light.

~ Lucien ~ The air in the private suite was stagnant, smelling of industrial cleaner and the faint, bitter scent of the espresso I hadn't touched. I stood by the window, watching the rain-slicked streets thirty stories below. This was a "safe house" of sorts—a neutral space that belonged to neither the Blackwood Group nor the Vale empire. It was a sterile, glass-and-marble box designed for negotiations where the participants didn't trust each other enough to meet in their own territory.

Something in my voice made him listen. Black Manor was exactly what I expected. The kind of place designed to make people feel small the moment they stepped inside. White marble floors, polished steel railings, art that cost more than most men’s lives. Victor liked to pretend he was untouchable. I moved through the house like I owned it. Servants froze when they saw me. One tried to speak but I ignored him and kicked open the doors to the private lounge at the back of the estate. Victor Black didn’t even flinch.

Bethany, Xavier, Mr Torres, Stacy, Jason and Blaze all had beautiful smiles on their faces but as you know happiness can disappear in a flick of your fingers. The door came down to reveal a lady, standing with a sinister grin, dressed in fitted leather black trousers with black sneakers. She had different piercing filled with black studs and dangling earrings. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, with dark shades shoved into the upper part. Her black huge leather jacket sat upon a black crop top. Everything on her was as black as the devil's soul. "Rich!" She called happily "Mom...?" Stacy dropped her fork and her jaw dropped. "Witch?" Blaze's eyes dilated, she couldn't believe the view in fro