Sirius Black House Novels & Stories

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

His eyes flicker back to a different girl, and he murmurs, “Actually…” Mr. Black whistles to catch someone’s attention, and he holds out a wad of cash and says, “I need a room for me and my girls. You know the kind I want.” The man he called over smiles as he takes the cash and says, “Right this way, Mr. Black.” We walk into a room that is colored in red and black. There are chains that hang from the ceiling, there’s a swing in the middle of the room, and a bed on a platform. There’s a table with all sorts of devices on it that I’ve never seen before.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

Within seconds, more than thirty black armored SUVs surrounded the estate from every direction. None carried license plates. None displayed insignias. Only a silver crest engraved on the doors. A crown resting above a serpent. Grace’s face turned pale. “They’re here.” Damien studied the emblem. “You know them.” Grace nodded. “They’re called… the Circle.” “The men who financed Black Hollow.” Daniel frowned. “I thought Black Hollow was destroyed.” “It wasn’t.” “It simply changed owners.” The lead SUV stopped at the broken estate gates. Its engine fell silent. No one stepped out.

"Marcus is taking everything Julian protected. Once that upload hits 100%, he won't need the house anymore. He’ll burn it down with us inside and walk away with the keys to the world’s secrets. He'll be untouchable." "Then stop him," Silas said. He pointed to a small, isolated terminal near the pillar. "The Blackwood key. It’s the only thing that can bypass the master lock. It’s the original code." Iris ran to the terminal. Her fingers flew across the glass, her mind racing. "I can stop the upload," she said, her heart hammering. "But the system is too fast. Every time I block a port, Marcus opens another one. He’s inside the code, Silas! He’s fighting me in real-time from the rooftop!"

GOD! The place is nothing I've seen before. From the chandelier to the sculptures, to the expensive looking paintings the hung on the wall to the tiled mirror floor. Everything was exquisite, presice, luxurious. Gold and diamond ornaments engraved every window, every door, every wall. By the look of things, Damian and his family were stinking, filthy rich. He, being a billionaire is an understatement. He was a zillionaire times infinity. That's why he is so full of himself, I thought. We were greeted warmly by this pretty maid wearing those cliché black and white uniform with a feather duster in her hand.

What exactly was that woman trying to do? The man pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice trembling, “Mateo, fetch my headache pills.” Elsewhere. At night, a dark green Rolls Royce silently pulled up in front of the Black Room, The so–called Black Room was an unfinished building purchased by the Hamilton Group years ago in Vine. It was tucked away in a remote location, but William was shrewd. He heard that Vine would have a subway in five years, and the building would quickly appreciate in value, so he bought it.

Sophia Reed stepped into the top-floor office of Black Enterprises at 8:45 PM. The entire building was quiet. Most employees had gone home hours ago. Only the soft glow of city lights came through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Damien Black sat behind his massive desk, shirt sleeves rolled up, showing his strong forearms. He looked powerful, tired, and dangerously attractive. At thirty-eight, he was one of the youngest billionaires in the city. His jaw was sharp, his eyes dark, and his presence made the air feel heavier.

“But just know that I’m not taking no for an answer.” A small, nervous laugh slipped from my lips. “You don’t give up easily, do you?” “Never.” Moments later, we were standing outside the gates of the Blackwood mansion. Vivienne’s house was a little farther down the winding street. She mentioned it casually as we said our goodbyes before continuing on her way, while I headed inside. The quiet of the house hit me the second I stepped inside. But I knew the maids were somewhere around the house, going about their regular chores. As for Deborah and Ashley, they were probably upstairs.