The Blacklist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We could ask Carter to help us set up an overseas bank account, like Albert did befo—" Before she could finish, Keegan flicked her forehead and said, "Technology is supposed to make our lives better, not help you do illegal stuff." Stella rubbed her forehead, pretending it hurt a bit from the flick. As she did that, she grumbled, "Didn't you use technology to send five million dollars to Albert?" "Our situations are different. I was being blackmailed, and you're trying to blackmail someone else." Keegan replied calmly. Stella rolled her eyes, finding his logic a bit of a stretch.

“It’s past two in the morning. What do you want?” I gritted my teeth, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t let him hear how furious I was. “I need you to do something for me,” I said, my voice sharp but controlled. James groaned. “What now?” “Blacklisting,” I replied. “I want you to make sure no company partners with Lyvanne’s. If anyone does, blacklist them. No exceptions.” There was silence on the other end for a moment. I could almost feel him processing my words, the weight of them hanging between us.

She accepted We sat together in the break and we shared the roles and she said," We need to do this together, I would ask you to come to my house but we are moving out. Do you have any place?" " No problem, come over today at 5?" " Ahh, great idea. So see you later." I went to the cafeteria, I sat with Miles. I decided to tell him everything. " Miles, I'm very sorry." " What's wrong?" " They gave you drugs and started bothering you because of me. It's a mafia named Blackstone. I told you about it. They blackmailed me to do things and I let them down so they tried to ruin your life. It's my fault."

And there, in the center of the destruction, was Lila. She was in a wedding dress, walking down the altar to meet blackthorn,who was laughing with joy. I stumbled, the image burning into my mind. Blackthorn’s cruel laughter echoed around me “This is your future, Alex,” he whispered. “No matter how hard you try,you’ll always fail. She’ll always be mine” I roared, shattering the illusion with a burst of solar energy. The darkness peeled away, and I found myself back in the facility, my heart pounding in my chest.

Belle calmly met his mischievous gaze. “Wouldn’t that put me deeper on Dr. Holly’s blacklist if I went out with you, Dr. Stan?” she asked casually. “Nah.” Stan grinned and winked at her. “She won’t know. Trust me.” Belle silently stared at him for a moment before looking away toward Phil. “I’ll think about it, Dr. Stan,” she softly replied. “I don’t want any more trouble.” After that, she returned to her notes, pretending to focus on studying.

I sputter, half blind, half murderous, and glare around to find the bastard responsible for this early-morning assault. Of course. There he stands. My oh-so-lovely, doggone, cotton-picking excuse for a brother, still clutching the empty glass like a smoking gun. Jackson Diabo Blackburn. Grinning. Beaming. Positively glowing with pride. He locks eyes with me, flashes that infuriating smile — and bolts. “Jackson blooming Blackburn!” I screech, ripping the blanket off my now-soaked body as I launch myself after him. “I’m going to kill you and then personally make sure your sperm can never reproduce!”

I thought about all of them and then I set every single one of those thoughts aside because the woman sitting in this chair couldn't afford to feel anything right now. "No," I said. My voice was level. My hands were still. My eyes held Thorne's without wavering. "My relationship with Dante and Mateo Blackwell was familial and often hostile. When my mother mated their father, both brothers made it clear they resented our presence in their home. The first several months at Nightshade were difficult. They were grieving their mother and I was recovering from a traumatic rejection at Riverbend. We were not close." "And the rumors?" Beta Crest spoke for the first time. His voice was thinner than T

“Involving myself more than necessary would be tying you up and sucking on your clit, while I ask you why you’ve not been eating? Why you’ve been stressing yourself so much your blood sugar has gotten dangerously low? Why you’re living in an apartment like this when you could be doing so much better?” Tears fill my eyes as he calls my name. “Lyra.” I look up once again and hold Christian’s gaze as he asks a question that threatens to shatter me. “Who authorized for your name to be put on a blacklist?” The response leaves my mouth like a breath and the first word in a shaky sob. “You.” Christian’s eyes only get harder. “You put my name on the blacklist.” As I repeat myself, the truth strikes

The girl between them laughed, breathless and full of cock. The girl on her back gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. “fucking cunt, don’t stop...fuck...Danika...” I blinked. Danika. My roommate. She finally looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t stop the girl eating her out, or the guy pounding into her from behind. She just grinned. “Roomie!” she moaned. “Welcome to Blackmoor.” Danika finally pulled herself up from the bed, breathless and grinning.

“There is one more person we are going to bring down.” “Who?” Stephen asked. “Anita Henderson.” Elizabeth wasn't sure but she noticed a flicker of shock on Stephen's eyes but they were gone in the next second, so she mistook it as a surprise. Maybe he is surprised that Anita is part of their plan. He knows that the small tantrum from Anita won't be enough to put her in her blacklist. So Anita must have done something grave to be in her blacklist. “Anita wasn't part of our plan. What happened?”