Sirius Black Novels & Stories

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.

His voice echoed through the microphone, full of enthusiasm. “Distinguished guests! Tonight is a special moment because our annual event’s main sponsor has arrived! Please give a big round of applause for the legendary billionaire, owner of Walkez Group, Lazarus Walkez V!” The room erupted immediately. Thunderous applause roared from every corner, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers. I saw the faces of the men around us—young and old—all of them beaming. Some stood up to get a clearer view, some whispered in admiration. I knew exactly why. Lazarus wasn’t just rich; he was the symbol of the success they dreamed of. A self-made billionaire who built an empire from nothing, cold, charismatic, an

Although part of her might have been happy to corner Lucian again, if yesterday's incident really leaked to the public, it would affect the company's stock price. Blackwood Corporation was not just a company, but a business empire that spanned across multiple fields—automotive, technology, finance, and even property. Behind its great name stood four main pillars: Blackwood Motors with its electric cars and self-driving systems, Blackwood Tech, which dominated AI and cyber security, Blackwood Finance in the world of finance, and Blackwood Real Estate, which dominated property.

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.

He leaned in, fingers shaking as he gripped the burned edge and flipped the cover open. His gaze found page forty-two. I watched his jaw drop. "This... this carries the official seal of the High Treasury," Sterling whispered. His voice wavered as he turned to page forty-three. "Monthly disbursements for the Blackblood raids. Signed by..." He looked up, eyes burning straight through Lady Corinna. "Signed by your registrar, My Lady."

After Grace left, Evelyn remained alone in the library. She looked again at Adrian's signature. Then quietly closed the folder. Her phone vibrated. It was Damien. She answered. "Hello." His voice was calm. "I've confirmed the identity of the company behind the shell corporations." Evelyn's expression sharpened. "Who is it?" Damien paused. "It's called Black Horizon Holdings." "I've never heard of it." "Very few people have." Another pause followed. Then Damien said the words that sent a chill through her.

It slid off her face slowly, like gravity finally caught up with it. “Oh.” I lifted a brow. “What?” She looked at me. Then back at the phone. Then at me again, eyes narrowing like she was reconstructing a crime scene in her head. “This,” she said carefully, “is not Candy Crush.” I shrugged. “Obviously.” Sophia turned the screen toward me. “This is a market alert.” “So?” “So,” she repeated, tapping the screen harder this time, “why is Damien Blackwood’s flagship subsidiary bleeding six percent before noon?”

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Alexander's POV " Just In! Businessman Brian Black who is the founder of Black Enterprise's has been arrested by the FBI, it is has been said that he is mastermind behind the drug pandemic in New York city, he has been linked with the Columbians cartels who has also been arrested by the FBI, more details at ten." The reporter said. " What the hell?" Ella asked me. I switched off the TV. " I thought that you were in the shower." I said to her.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.