Sirus Black Novels & Stories

After settling Mr. Faith, Sirius felt like he'd been dunked in the ocean. Sweat plastered his clothes to his skin. Wayne spoke up in a hurried tone, "Mr. Sirius, since Mr. York is the one who caused Mr. Faith's illness, perhaps he can heal him too. His supposedly miraculous medical skills might be just what we need."

Susan said jokingly. Edmond gave Susan an icy cold stare that should have made her shudder, but she was amused instead. "Your bodyguard is one hell of a kind. Mr. Black, please lighten up a little." Since he was decked in black, she decided to dub him Mr. Black. Edmond's emotionless gaze remained on Susan, while Susan, on the other hand, wasn't affected in any way. She covered her mouth and whispered in Ivy's ear, "This fella looks like those defenders in the movie, who were ready to risk their lives for their boss. Zack Anderson knows how to pick people, I give him that."

Sirus then went ahead to pour some wine into her glass. Stella noticed that his nails were very long, except for his middle finger, which had no fingernail at all. There was also a fingernail scratchmark on his arm. She could see some whip marks on his body through his netted shirt too. "Are you happy with your current job?" Stella asked. "Yes, I do." "Do you enjoy BDSM?" Stella immediately probed. Sirus pursed his lips and glanced up to the ceiling, "It is still acceptable."

Grayson Blackwood has always been the formidable brother—fearless, unyielding, and willing to put it all on the line for his family. He never backed down from a mission and dealt swiftly with anyone who dared to threaten his loved ones or undermine their business. Today, he found himself downtown—a place he didn’t belong—trying to unravel the shocking truth from his last mission: someone within his own family wanted him dead. As he observed the waitress dropping their food at the table, he noticed immediately that it wasn’t the feisty brown-haired woman who had taken their order.

Tall windows framed in black showed rain still streaking down the glass. Sitting casually behind the desk was a man. Killian Black. She knew him the instant she saw him—though they’d never met. He looked more handsome than he did in papers. Everyone knew Killian Black. The man who’d built an empire from blood and backroom deals. He was the man Damien hated more than anyone in the world. Killian sat back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey lazily in one hand. His other hand drummed fingers against the desk—slow and bored.

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 team leader commands us so I quickly walk to the right side of the familiar casino, past the bar where I've met River twice. I tightly hold the rifle in my hands as I stand a little distance away from the back door, ready to check outside and lock it when I notice a middle-aged man wearing a suit, pulling River out of the casino. It feels like a surprise as my eyes stop at his feared and shaken ones. His eyes widen in recognition upon seeing me as he reaches out for the door again but it gets shut from outside. I stand there, dumbstruct, not knowing how to act. It turns out Black Spades Casino, as a grey business is actually a completely black business with so many illegal actions going

Ebony instinctively shielded me, but Sirius ran toward a nearby fruit stall instead, throwing down a black card and picking up several mangos. I stiffened as I watched him shove them down his mouth and remembered…

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

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.