The Blacklist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

"It's not what you see. Alessia and Steven conspired to destroy my career." "Well, I've seen the news. Still, that's no excuse," Blakely said sharply. She kept glancing at the door, realizing she was trapped and couldn't get out of Nickson's room until he got satisfaction with this business. “I have to get rid of Steven in as sneaky a way as his. Alessia is my pawn to take revenge on Steven.” "By fucking her?" asked Blakely sarcastically. Her chin was up, her hands folded in front of her chest. She wasn't going to let Nickson feel that he was superior to her.

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

Have sex with him willingly like she had no dignity? His words tore through her already cracked soul, and she wasn’t even sure whether she could take it anymore. You gave your father a heart attack. You got yourself kidnapped. Your stupidity took eleven lives. Your fault.... She wanted to argue with him that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t blackmailed her in the first place, but even before she could speak her part, he jumped in. “This is what happens when you shake hands with your enemy. Your father’s words will mean nothing to the Bratva if they find out what his daughter had done. The Mafia never forgives betrayers”

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

“She’s mine.” Elena kissed me over his shoulder as I fucked her through it. Damien fled wounded, promising war. We collapsed in the crypt, fucking slowly on the stone floor. Tender in the violence. My cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled holes. “I love you, Alex. All the lies… they led me back to you.” “I know,” I whispered, filling her one last time. But trust was shattered. New lies waited. The Blackwoods mobilized. Police sirens in the distance, bought and paid for. We had the will now. The fortune. But at what cost?

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

“The Bristo heir caught in a scandal with a Black daughter? Do you realize what kind of irony this will cause?” The words hit me like a punch then because I didn’t know. I froze, my stomach lurching. “Black daughter?” “Yes, Hannah Black,” she hissed, lowering her voice like the walls might gossip. “She disappeared right after this little incident, and no one has seen her since. The Blacks are frantic. They think she may have been kidnapped.” My chest tightened. Kidnapped? “So she is a Black,” I said slowly, piecing it together. “That explains… a lot.”

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

Black just shrugged contemptuously: "Apparently, one of our own has Mate as a vampire. " He didn't give me more information about it," Black stated as he rose. "Order me a new chair. His ridiculous question annoyed me so much I couldn't hold it in." Duncan clenched his lower lip between his teeth to restrain himself from asking more questions. "What?" asked Black when he realized his Beta's expression. "Didn't he tell you more, or did you hang up first?" "I hung up," the Mad One replied unashamedly. Then, when he saw that his Beta continued to grimace, he completed, "Don't want to hear about some bastard who found his Mate."