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.

She didn’t sound angry or even overly pleased, but that might just be the shock at knowing I was here. We sat at the kitchen table, me on the laptop and William building his Legos. I was going through the checklist Lynda had sent me to accept the blacklist status I would now be listed as for the next six months. I had to fill in mental state questions, last assignment questions, and reasons to fight the blacklist which I obviously left blank.

After the island, the blood, the fire, the chilling sound of Aria’s lullaby unlocking damnation in her own mind, everything seemed quieter, too quiet, like the land itself was holding its breath. Talana leaned against the tinted window of the armored car, one hand still bandaged from the fight. She wasn’t looking at the view; she was looking inward, replaying every scream Aria had made in that prison chamber, every tear that streaked the girl’s face when the code unlocked itself in her head. The blacklist. The damned blacklist. Now it lived not in De Marco’s control, but in their possession. A ledger of corruption spanning continents, names of politicians who had built their empires on the b

“I bet you taste like peaches.” Gag. No way! I couldn’t let this happen! I struggled again, but he had a firm grip on me. “You want to tarnish OUR reputations?” she asked. “Tell everyone about our personal affairs? Fine. But what about your own reputation? What will people think when they find out you fucked your best friend’s husband on her WEDDING NIGHT?” Serena whined. She was afraid. “You know what sister,” Carlos said. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s blackmail this little bitch. And have some fun while we’re at it.”

"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?

My brain was so completely drowned in the raw fantasy of pinning his thighs apart that I entirely failed to stop him from feeding the story straight into Katy's waiting ears. “...there was this highly suspicious, dominant black machine lurking right outside my stone gate in the dead of midnight,” Johnson explained, painting me as some grand protector before the server. “Jack marched straight into the shadow, confronted the alpha behind the glass, and forced his beast to track away.” I would have let my chest swell with true alpha pride if the actual driver hadn't been Niall's enforcer. “A black machine, is it?” Katy whispered, her dark eyes boring holes straight through my skull. I quickly t