Sirius Black Novels & Stories

She tells us, but there's something bothering me. "What's the name of the coven they're in now?" I'll ask her. "Obsidiana of the Moon. Why?" She questions as I try to remember where I heard that name until a thought reminds me. "Wait, Obsidiana of the Moon isn't Penny's coven?" I ask my brothers. "I think so, I'm not sure." Sawyer responds. "We can ask her." Dora suggests. "That's great! It makes it even easier." Luara comments.

he suggested, his hand wrapping possessively around Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn turned to him, a confused expression on her face. “What contract?” She asked. Before Alex could respond, Mrs. Triumph’s voice cut in. “Well…. My company, Blackstone Group, is launching a new fintech venture and wants Blackwood Empire as our lead partner. However, Mr. Blackwood is recommending your company instead.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” She looked stunned. She wondered why would Alex make such a bold suggestion?

"I want every camera in this city to record the exact moment Elias Vane walks out of this building as a disgraced man." "I will handle it right away, sir," the secretary said, bowing before leaving the office. Sirius walked over to his leather chair and sat down, leaning back comfortably. He picked up his phone and checked the stock market ticker, watching the red numbers flicker on the screen. He felt entirely untouchable. --- The hours passed slowly as afternoon turned into evening. Up on the top floor, Elias remained inside his office, working tirelessly with Micheal and the legal team. They prepared every single document required to immediately freeze Sirius's shares, strip him of his vo

"Love?... Love!" He growled and I jumped back with a scream when he smashed the flower vass on the floor. I looked at him scared when he jerked me forward. "You know what he did to my sister?" Angry tears slipped from his eyes. Oh god! "Grace is not in love with him..." He gritted. "He blackmailed her because that innocent girl wanted to pay off the loan for the man who is not even her family... Stuart took huge amount of loan from Dominick and Grace went to save him... That mothefucker blackmailed her, forced her...."

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.

And her face expresses exactly what I’m thinking. Sirius only needs one hour to raise hell. To plan. To act. What is he going to do with the other twenty-nine?

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

The pain in my chest, the heavy breathing, it all felt too real. "Time went by too fast," a voice echoed in the dark room. My head still hurt a lot and rubbing it did it no good. "Sirius fell terribly ill and the cause of his illness could not be traced, just like his unknown origin. My darling Sirius was going to die, I had to do something. Out of desperation, I went around asking for help from different gods, but none could help me except Livvy's grandmother. She came up with a plan so we could be together again since saving his form as a divine being was impossible. She would keep Sirius' soul to heal while I'd be put to sleep to release the essence of my dark attributes. When the time is

’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.

“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?".