Sirius Black Mother Novels & Stories

Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium. “Mum stop please” she said again in tears still trying to pull her mums hand off the steering and lift her legs from the throttle. Arlene was caught up in getting her mum to stop without realizing they were close to the edge of a cliff, when she looked up it was too late to do anything , the car already slid off the cliff and was on the air waiting to crash into the sea. Arlene screamed in tears as she watched her mum that did nothing but hold on to the steering, and like they say in movies, her life flashed before her eye. She never expected her life to end this way, everything was happening so fast and she couldn’t compreh

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

the woman said. “We’re here to end the bloodline.” The words landed like a hammer. The middle child froze. “What do you mean?” they whispered. The leader didn’t look at them. “If even one heir survives, the curse spreads,” he said. “So we kill all potential vessels.” Silence. Then— “No,” Sipho said. Too fast. Too desperate. “You don’t understand. They’re just children—” “They’re doors,” the woman snapped. “Doors for something older than your bones.”

Fiona's POV And to my surprise, Paul Skinner showed up accompanied by my mother, perhaps in a desperate attempt to subdue me, even bringing reinforcements for that purpose. But he had no idea that Sofia Clarke was my mother, and my mother would never turn against me. She was my mother, she was the boss of this whole damn thing, and she was going to expose this man and his minions right here and now. "What's going on here, Mrs. Blackwood?" Mom asked with an impassive face. Our unpleasant little meeting in the studio hallway was drawing the attention of other employees.

“Wow. I love your dress. It looks great on you.” “Thank you,” I mumbled. “Let me help you with your hair,” she offered, walking closer. I sat down, and she started working on my hair. “I love your hair,” she said, her fingers working through it. “It’s long and beautiful.” I couldn't hold it in, I blurted out, "W..what..what are Tristan's parents like?" I stammered, my voice shaky. She smiled. “Mr. Black?” she started. He’s just like his son, Sir Tristan. Cold. Intimidating, even. I guess running a big empire requires that. You need to be tough to control things and keep everyone in line.”

A forbidden existence. “Who was the mother?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Who was the she-wolf involved?” Alec dropped the final file. The name on the tab read: SARAH BLACKMORE. Blackmore. The name hit me like a physical blow. The Blackmores ran the London werewolf territories. They were royalty in our world—ruthless, ancient, and pure-blooded.

“Mom, Mom. What happened to you?” “D*mn it. What did you do to my mother?” When Benny and Anderson Assex saw their mother had passed out on the floor, they immediately panicked. Quickly, they picked her up. Enraged, Anderson even shoved Granny Blackwood. Benny was horrified, and quickly, he restrained Anderson from going any further. Benny had heard from Madame Joanne that Granny Blackwood was a terrifying person. Her body was supposedly covered in poison, and she could inflict parasitic diseases on anyone without even making a sound.

“So this is the girl who’s dragging you under.” I straightened instantly. “Mother…….” She stepped into the room, heels clicking like gunshots. Regal. Icy. Uninvited. Elena rose slowly, shoulders squared. “Mrs. Blackwood.” My mother didn’t even nod. “I warned you once, Damien. The Montrose’ is a storm. They destroy everything they touch.” “This isn’t the same…..” “They ruined my family once,” she hissed. “And now you let *her* bleed you dry while the world watches. Do you think this ends in power? It ends in ashes.”

“Read this. Maybe you'd understand better then.” “Billionaire Damian Blackwood and mystery woman spark scandal at Gala.” My voice shook as I read the words out loud. “Who is the woman behind the fall of Harper Lane?” Harper? What did she have to do with this? My mind whirled with a million and one thoughts, but I pushed them aside, before heading deeper into the living room. Against my better judgement, I picked up another screenshot. Each one screamed louder than the next, and I felt my stomach drop deeper with each second. My mother didn’t wait for me to sit before she spoke again.

"Seventy million in losses, and that woman's threat with werewolf secrets... The board has lost all trust in you." When I left the building, a mob of reporters was at the entrance. "Mr. Blackwood! Is it true Blackwood Industries is bankrupt?" "What's your response to Ms. Lily's fraud allegations?" "Is it true the Werewolf Consortium has terminated all cooperation with your family?" Flashes blinded me. I fled like a criminal. Back home, my mother lay in bed, her eyes full of disappointment when she saw me. "It's all ruined... everything..." she said weakly. "Alexander, do you know how many generations it took for our family to achieve what we had?"