Sirius Black Novels & Stories

He doesn't care about this feud, he just wants to satisfy his stomach. "I heard that it's closing down," I reply, still furious. As far as I know, Dylan's gone bankrupt. I guess it's 'cause his number one customer is in New York now. Aqueela kept him in business. "You're a real buzzkill, you know?" Max shakes his head at me despite my words being true. "You just don't want to see Bex, right?" Bell asks quietly, aware of my thoughts. "What do you think?" I retort cockily. "Of course, I don't want to see that revolting invalid."

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.

As CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, a multi- billion dollar conglomerate spanning real estate, media , technology, and luxury brands, every decision he made could shift markets overnight. The managing directors exchanged nervous glances. No one dared speak out of turn when Damien was present. On the large screen at the front of the room was a presentation titled; PROJECT LUNARIS; expansion into the entertainment industry. A senior managing director cleared his throat, “ alpha I mean ,Mr Blackwood," he quickly corrected himself. “ Our proposal is to acquire Starlight Media and establish Blackwood enterprise as the leading talent agency in the country. Damien remained expressionless. “Continue.”

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

He stopped short when he saw her standing over the desk, her gaze fixed on the open ledger. He didn't panic. He didn't rush to close the file. He simply leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You’re supposed to be reviewing the 2:14 a.m. server timestamps,” he said. Serena raised her head. “How much of Blackthorne do you own?” “All of it.” Silence settled, thick and heavy. “The firm that bought out the Parisian real estate trust last spring?” “Yes.” “The firm Cassian spent three months trying to audit because they blocked his expansion in East Asia?”

Beside me stood Elias, his left arm in a black silk sling, looking clean, sharp, and entirely unrecognizable to the press below. "Director Vance-Ross is delivering the final report," Elias murmured, nodding toward the microphone below. Vance-Ross cleared his throat, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses before addressing the crowded chamber: "...The network known casually as Blackbriar, along with its corporate entities under the Crucible Consortium, has been permanently dissolved. Its central data nodes have been rendered inert by an unrecoverable systems overwrite. Today, we present to this assembly the complete, unredacted record of every illegal surveillance node, every extortion dossier, an

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

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.

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

The sky was a vast, cloudless blue, the sun glinting off the surrounding towers. Noah stood slightly apart from the bustling media team, adjusting the crisp line of his collar in the reflective surface of a glass windbreak. Behind him, technicians fussed with microphones and adjusted sound levels, their voices hushed. The low, rhythmic thrum of camera drones buzzed like mechanical dragonflies overhead. On the massive screen behind the simple, modern podium, their new logo glowed with a subtle, backlit elegance: **Blackthorn-Reyes Group** And beneath it, in smaller, sleeker font: