Sirus Black Novels & Stories

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."

Sylvia said at once, turning toward him. “Perfect timing. Help me convince Ethan that marrying that—” She stopped herself only briefly, then continued dismissively, “—that rat, Belle, is a terrible idea.” Pete’s brow furrowed as he glanced between them. His gaze lingered on Ethan, searching for context. “Rat?” he repeated flatly. Sylvia rolled her eyes. “Belle.” Pete exhaled softly, his expression unreadable. “Is she drunk?” Ethan gave a slight nod.

>POV: RYAN Blаkе іѕ off thе Aрrіl Lее case. He’s ѕuѕреndеd. Nоw hе’ѕ mаkіng wаvеѕ wіth Jеѕѕuр Lее. And hіѕ new gіrlfrіеnd іѕ missing. Thіѕ guy іѕ mу bеѕt frіеnd.

Just like mine. He smiles wide, his blond waving hair bouncing as he sits back into his wheelchair. “Hello, Kira. I’m Sirius. And I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”

Both Sicily and Americans were joining in for this to take off Milan. In addition to that, we have the Black Hunter as a backup. The Black Hunter has been messing with the shipments, stealing shipments occasionally. Twisting around in my head uneasily was how I was going to break it to her brother that I killed his sister because I thought she was a rat in the mafia and have been living to regret it ever since. Oh yeah, it works out if I just told him “yeah, killed your sister because she was a rat and now, I sleep in her room and vest her grave twice every single day.” Yeah, they would not freak out at all.

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

The infamous Andrew walked in with his bag slung sluggishly over his shoulders. I sat up straighter to have a better look at his face. Oh my.... My brain seemed to malfunction. Everything slowed even my heart stopped. I needed time to take him all in. He didn't have freckles, he didn't wear glasses, he didn't need braces because....hell.....shit....he had the most perfect smile on earth. I couldn't help but stare. He had jet black hair that seemed to bring out his dangerously grey eyes. They were so bright but his long eyelashes overshadowed them. There was something dark in those eyes...mysterious. It oozed all over him.

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.