The Blacklist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ruslan told her as she looked at the menu. “Where’s the list, Siciliano?” I shifted my gaze to Ruslan. “Did you tell her about it too?” He shook his head, and I believed him. “I’m not gonna take it. I suggest you send it to all news outlets and newspapers.” “No. We’ll use it as a blackmail list.” Dani’s eyes lit up. “The blacklist. I love that show. I wish Reddington didn’t die.” Kelsey glared at me. “Is she for real?”

“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.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

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.

And so this is Forrest. “Oh, hey, man. Basically wanted to inform you and your brothers that we are blacklisting Grace Honeycutt.” I answered, tilting my head to look at him as I sat down on the bench to lace up my shoes. “Well, that’s a given. I mean, I know why we’re blacklisting that bitch. Why did you decide to blacklist her?” Forrest raised a perfect blonde brow as he tugged his uniform shirt off for his jersey. “Possibly the same reason. Grace showed herself to be a homophobic, racist little shit. Had an unwanted confrontation with her while trying to deal with Summers. Grace threw some homophobic slurs at Summers, then some racist shit about your girl Riko.” I explained.

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