The Blackwood Brothers More About Jesus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Christian watched Hunter with a strange satisfaction like he found Blackbeard's lost treasure. "What the fuck are you talking about? And stop calling me that. I'm no brother to you!" Hunter spat throwing one of the men off his back. "Oh are you not?" Halting his movements Hunter looked at Christian. "What do you mean?" With slow, brief steps Christian prowled towards Hunter, perhaps aiming to intimidate him which miserably failed for Hunter like a wounded lion jerked forward only to be obstructed by his docile hounds. "We are brothers. You see our slut of a mother failed to mention that to you. Oh wait! She fucking failed to mention that to the whole world."

“You think Blackwood did this out of care? He murdered our parents, Luca, and raised us as pawns, pit us against each other to serve his agenda!” But Luca only smirked. “You really don’t get it, do you, brother? Blackwood saw potential in me someone he could rely on. You were just a convenience, a soft-hearted idealist he kept close to control. While you were busy being his ‘good son,’ I was learning what it takes to lead.” Harrison’s eyes glistened with pain, but he stood his ground. “Luca, don’t you see? We’re brothers, and he’s used us both. This isn’t about loyalty or strength—it’s about him keeping control over us for his benefit.”

he says. "Have you found out something from them?" "Not really, it was a very small group, just three of them, but the funny thing is that after I'd thrown them in the dungeon, they were all poisoned the very next day" his eyes darken dangerously, and I gulped my saliva. "And congratulations, it seems your brothers are now the heirs of the Blackwood Pack officially," he adds. "I see the rumor is spreading around," I responded. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

More than enough for everything. "Who?" she whispered. Rick's expression darkened. "The Blackwood brothers." The name meant nothing to her, but the tone in Rick's voice said it should. "The men in VIP?" "Yes." Rick leaned back in his chair. "Look, Eve, I'm going to be straight with you. These men... they have a reputation. They're not gentle. They're not kind. Girls who've performed for them come back..." He paused, searching for words. "Changed."

Paige looked at them and smiled while lowering her gaze in embarrassment. “Did something happen?” I asked, feeling a bit of intrigue. “Haven't you heard?” Paige whispered, leaning toward me. “Apparently Mr. Blackwood's younger brother is coming to the mansion.” When I heard that, my blood ran cold. Another brother? I knew about Sarah, the doctor, but I had no idea the Blackwood family was more extensive. But before I could ask, Paige cut in. “God, he’s such a sexy guy. They say he’s almost identical to Killian, but he’s 18; he came to see if he could find his mate in the pack,” she hinted with a tone full of hope.

"Always nearby when you discuss plans. Always offering helpful suggestions. Always knowing exactly what to say to keep you committed to the cause." "Stop it," Elijah sobbed. "Please, just stop." "Nathan even suggested the timing for Karl's 'betrayal,'" Seraphina said, standing again. "Made it seem natural. Inevitable. And you all believed it because you wanted to believe. Because you needed to believe that at least one of the Blackwood brothers was decent." She laughed, the sound echoing across the compound. "But there are no decent Blackwoods. Just men who choose power over principle. Every. Single. Time."

he muttered, but there was hesitation in his voice. Catherine’s gaze hardened. “No. It wasn’t.” Carmela let out a bitter laugh. “So what? You’re telling us that Damion and Adrian’s souls have… switched? That’s absurd.” Catherine ignored her doubt. “Generations ago, the Blackwood brothers fought over power, just as Adrian and Damion have. The key they sought was never meant to be touched. It was created to grant knowledge and wealth—but at a terrible price. When the brothers both reached for it, their souls were exchanged. One of them lost his mind, running into the forest, never to be seen again.”

I just prayed Justin, Jake and Jackson like me enough to stand against their father for me. And I think my prayer has just been answered, this whole important hues bullshit was riding on it, a risky bet I took— yeah I know. "You have to remain calm father." Justin held out his hand, trying to calm his father down. "Yes, it's just breakfast— it's not that serious." Jake seconded. "Move! Out! Of! The! Way!" Alpha Blackwood stress his words one by one, glaring at his boys angrily. "We can't do that father, not when you look like that and about to kill our mate." Jackson said, the remaking of the boys refusing to back down.

I was so sure that I was going to shake when I see him. When I met the so-called “Black Jesus”, he was an ordinary guy with a normal body, and phenotype at large. He was no man you could be scared of but he had a deep voice, and his mind was rotten. Somehow, he had my brother`s taste, even the Wise- thug's. “What pleasure do we owe each other?” asked Black Jesus. “I`ve been watching the news lately.” I said, “I gave it a thought more than once and I decided to aid you with everything you will need so you could defeat the Autocracy for good.”

Broken. Twenty-five years old, freshly divorced, drowning in shame and secrets I couldn’t confess to anyone back home. My ex-husband’s betrayal had shattered something inside me, left me questioning everything—my worth, my desires, my faith. I’d grown up Catholic, lapsed hard in college, but the guilt still clung like damp fog. When I found Blackwood online—a non-denominational retreat run by a former priest who specialized in “soul restoration”—it felt like a lifeline. No judgment. No dogma. Just healing.