Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

"Haha, I happen to know Mr. Sirius has someone special in mind! I even know who it is!" Everyone leaned in as their curiosity ablaze. Even Sirius was confused. He didn't even have a special someone! And how could Grace possibly know if he did? Noticing the captivated audience, she began with a playful cough, "Mr. Sirius has been a silent guardian for three years, selflessly supporting someone special. He's used the Monroe family's influence to boost her career, asking for nothing in return. Even now, his feelings remain unspoken." Everyone gave a thumbs up at her words.

Is Sirius the only one? Jack gritted his teeth knowing what was coming as he refused to answer, the pain was indescribable as he hit the prod in the same place causing the blister to burst and another huge one to form. He was writhing in agony and it brought me back to consciousness sharply as I felt his pain hit me. We both knew the tortures he had planned for us had been outlawed by Governments after the end of the Second World War but it did not stop him from using them. I had to force myself to remain still, Jack was in pain but not in danger of dying and we both knew I had to find out how far he was going to take it. Thankfully he ended it there and as he closed the door behind him I sp

“Talk.” Marcus handed him a file. “Blackwell has a holding company—Cipher Holdings. It’s registered offshore, but through a maze of subsidiaries, it connects to R&K Electronics, Sinclair Industries, and even… Atlas Group.” Darwin’s grip tightened on the file. “He had investments here?” Marcus nodded grimly. “Not just investments. He was once a silent partner.” A slow realization dawned on Darwin. Blackwell had been in his company, in his world, long before Sinclair.

“Anyone working in that field would know you.” Without missing a beat, she looked suspiciously at him and recited like a machine:“Blackspire Global. Owned by Raymond Whitmore, co-run with Ethan Whitmore. Headquarters: Century City, Los Angeles. Core sectors—Defense Technology, Rare Earth Metals, AI Logistics, Real Estate and Infrastructure…”. her voice flat but precise, detailing every public and whispered strength of the empire. When she finished, her gaze was ice. “There’s no way we’d ever work in line with each other so what do you mean by 'anyone working in that field would know you?".

I pick up my glass, a gin martini, and take a sip, keeping him in my sights over the rim of the glass. I put the glass down. “Who recommended you?” I ask, finally breaking the tense silence. “Does that matter?” He counters. “Yes.” I admit. “Some clients have been blacklisted. We have to make sure that any of their associates are also not permitted.” He breathes a couple of times before answering. “Kieran Voss.” He states, and I feel my stomach lurch uncomfortably. I didn’t know that Kieran was a member. Maybe he's assigned to one of the other girls. Kieran works in the IT department at the office.

There was something about the way he stared at me; it was chilling yet satisfying. In a way that made me go crazy, in a way that made me want to moan his name over and over again. Fuck, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head no matter how much I tried. “Ms. Charlotte,” I was called out again by him. His name, he is Mr. Adrian Blackwood, the grandson of the mogul Blackwood, the CEO of Jupith. Everyone knows the company, even the poor. The type of rich they were wasn't something that needed an introduction.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

“It’s time, little wolf. The pack is waiting.” I took a deep breath, placing my hand in his. Ryder immediately flanked my other side, his massive, heavy hand settling possessively onto the bare curve of my lower back. Together, we walked out of the estate and into the crisp, biting autumn night. The sacred grounds were located deep in a clearing surrounded by ancient redwoods. A massive bonfire roared in the center, sending sparks dancing up into the star-studded sky. The entire Black pack—hundreds of wolves—stood in a massive, silent circle. As we approached, the crowd parted instantly, bowing their heads in a wave of submission that sent a shiver of pure power down my spine.

I asked, taking a sip of water. “It's called C&C Technologies. It is co-owned by Mr. Jackson and Miss Ariel Black. According to the current charts it’s considered to be one of the best companies in the top ten of business charts in the world.” Jeremy replied and I choked on my water, staring at Jeremy in shock. “Miss Ariel Black? You mean my ex-wife?” I asked, not believing what I had just heard. “Yes sir, your ex-wife.” Jeremy replied, looking down at his feet.