The Blacklist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He'll fuck her until her cunt holds no ability to grip him anymore. “Let me go then. I'll arrange for the money and get back to you” Diana suggested. She just wants to leave him. Once he lets her go, she'll blacklist his number and report that someone is trying to blackmail her. “I will let you go. But I'll show you something first” he declared and showed her a scene recorded previously. Diana's eyes opened wide in shock!

She gulped when she saw him walking over with a crazy grin on his bloody face. "With how knowledgeable you are, you should have already guessed how out of the norm I am... Why don't you stop trapping me here before I have your name on my blacklist? What can you say, the girl who faked her death and heartlessly left her clone to die somewhere..." A blacklist was mentioned... hence even if the woman felt so conflicted and unwilling to let the man go, she couldn't say or do anything due to his obvious threats. What else could she do? If even the non-host, him, could take down people under a Level 6 Host's nose, what more of his true backer? What if this time, he summons that unknown higher-rank

She kicked the coffee table, then immediately grabbed her toe and hopped around cursing. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKK!!!!!” She’d gone mad, totally. Watching my best friend threaten to cannibalize my stepbrother while simultaneously calling him attractive was surreal even by my recent standards. But I understood her fury. How had Damien tracked down her full name and managed to blacklist her from every medical facility in the city just because she'd stood up to him once? Was that how powerful the Blackwoods really were?

“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.”

Chapter Fifteen: bad girls get punished No, this can't actually be happening to me. I actually can't believe this! Damien Blackwood kills people! This isn't one of my wild, low-key insane fantasies of him being a psycho in a suit, of him living a secret life as a ruthless mafia boss- I wasn't turned on in this situation, That's why fantasies should be just that- fantasies. This has by far been the worst day of my life, after the day I found out that mom had been shot dead.

No one would have done the job or recommended anyone to do it if she hadn't lied. No one wanted to get on the blacklist of Dante Moretti. That's the real dark side of life. "You are a goner," She screamed, and the call ended bluntly.

Daniel William was nowhere near competing with him four years ago but he heard rumors of his success in getting more funds to expand his business and now he's also on his blacklist of enemies to contend with. Black is a very smart, sick, and tyrannical player. Ever since the incident 3 years ago, he never took off his mask and he faked a report that he couldn't walk. He goes to the office in a mask and in a wheelchair. Not every day, just to check some important things and development still his enemies wouldn't stop coming for him. The hotel belongs to him and he stayed on the off-limit floor last night. This gives him more reason to believe his stepbrother must have sent the girl to him and

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

Instead, he whispered, “Just don’t write me as the villain.” She swallowed. “You’re not. But you were part of the machine.” His voice was barely audible. “Then let me help you dismantle it.” She didn’t answer. Instead, she opened the laptop again. The last line on the screen blinked back at her. “I loved Dorian Blackthorn. I still do.” And beneath it, she typed: “He showed up in the snow. And for once, he didn’t try to take control. He asked to be part of the reckoning.”