Sirius Black Novels & Stories

“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.

Multitasking was practically my middle name these days. "Serena, I just got some… interesting news." Her voice held a strange tension, something that made my pen freeze mid-stroke. "What kind of news?" A tiny knot of unease began to form in my stomach. "You know how Mr. Alvin mentioned multiple sponsors for the event?" Sally paused, a heavy beat of hesitation. "Well, I just found out who one of the major sponsors is." My stomach clenched. "Don't tell me—" "Blackwood Industries," she confirmed, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking the name too loudly would conjure him. "Ryan Blackwood will be personally involved in the planning meetings."

As much as he wanted to go home, he couldn’t because his cousin needed him now. “This is what happened, please forgive me for what I did earlier, but Sir Sirius’ company is really in danger because of the Campbell Organization. They exposed his boss’ illegal activities. Slowly, the shareholders began pulling out their shares in the company. When I researched it, I found that they moved to Campbell’s company, which is why my boss was taken to jail and now bankrupt, because he used his remaining money in the bank account to pay off debts,” the butler sadly explained, wiping his tears away. It was clear that he was loyal to Sirius, not just as his butler. “Then how did this happen to Sirius? I

(Dark Magic Infinity) It was the strongest magic chant. "Oh, so you are using Infinity magic?" He could hear Viola's whisper illuminating through his ears. Now his teasing him? "חור שחור"(Black Hole) Alkhun had gathered up a large quantity of his mana in his right arm. Creating a large porthole, absorbing anything in its way. It is The Dark Magic Infinity's Black Hole. [What are we seeing right now?] The black hole started to build up, getting larger and larger. Swallowing everything in its way.

“Do we know who?” “Not yet,” Sarah replied, handing me a folder. “I included updated financial reports, market projections, and the revised acquisition proposal from legal.” I skimmed through the documents quickly. Horizon Media Group owned several major entertainment and digital advertising companies across California. Blackwood Enterprises had been planning to expand into media and streaming for months, and Horizon was the perfect opportunity. “Tell the driver to be ready in thirty minutes,” I said calmly. “And make sure Carter meets us there with the finalized contracts.”

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.

The images of the defeathered chickens, amulets and black pot flooded his mind as he tried to push them away. Peter's thoughts swirled as he emerged from the image of the black pot in his mind. The black pot was strange and alarming. Whether or not, the black pot contained a human eye or a part of an animal, he could not explain the excitement that was growing within him to explore the contents of the black pot. He felt that the black pot was a central paradigm that beared the stronghold of the belief system of Umuoku. He remembered when Ada had told him about black pots that were placed in the centre of shrines. She had explained how the chief priests of some villages stored their powers an

“Mr. Blackwood, they’re ready for your toast.” Izzy blinked rapidly. Blackwood? Her stomach sank. She’d just called out Alexander Blackwood. CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. Billionaire. Reclusive tech god. One of the wealthiest, most untouchable men in the country. He didn’t look angry. He looked amused. “For the record,” he said, stepping closer, “it’s Alex.” Then he turned and walked away without another word. Izzy just stood there, heart pounding. Well, she thought. If I’m getting blacklisted, at least I looked good doing it.

Sophia was taken aback by my comment but she immediately snapped back into her professional role, clicking a button that brought a complex, multicolored flow chart onto the large screen above her head. “The core target is Blackwood Corporate Holdings, which is primarily controlled by Gordon Blackwood. And according to my reports, the criminal activity centers around large-scale infrastructure projects, they’re too numerous to mention but every big contract that has happened in the city, the Blackwood empire has been involved in it, legally or not,” Sophia explained, using a laser pointer to trace a series of numbered boxes leading to offshore entities.

Sirius understood and shouted desperately. “According to my investigations, your company’s assets are worth at least 700 or 800 million, so how about transferring everything to Beacon?” Philip continued. “Impossible! You’re taking advantage of the situation!” Sirius’ eyes widened. If everything was transferred to Beacon, what was the point of staying alive?! “It’s okay if you don’t agree. The next news headline will come out soon. ‘Sirius Worley of the Worley brothers committed suicide by jumping out of the building due to a debt crisis’. I think this headline should be good enough.”