Novel & Cerita What House Was Sirius Black In

THE PACK HOUSE of the pack of Blackspire, North London was a very impressive structure that reflected on just how successful and large the pack was. It was a massive, 3-storey duplex that glimmered in the late afternoon sun. Guards were stationed at the front doors. Sylvester cursed under his breath as he climbed the stairs that led up to the pack house. “The alpha has been expecting you, Beta,” one of the doormen said, pushing the heavy double doors open to allow Sylvester in.

The moment one of the guards gripped Eleanore a little too harshly, the beta let out a deep, vibrating growl that echoed off the stone walls, making the guard immediately let go of her arm with a flinch. Before we could even catch our breath, we were hauled outside and shoved into the back of a black transport car. The heavy doors slammed shut behind us, and the engine roared to life, tearing away from the ruins of the amphitheater to take us wherever cruel fate had decided to lay our path.

“The master has his ways.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I almost thought I'd misheard her. I frowned. That didn't answer my question. If anything, it only made me wonder what kind of man Sebastian Blackwood really was. Lily led me out of the room and down the sweeping staircase. Outside, a sleek black luxury SUV waited beneath the covered entrance, its glossy finish reflecting the afternoon sun. Two men dressed in tailored black suits stood beside it, earpieces tucked discreetly behind their ears.

A few more and she’ll become a major shareholder. There is more to serene Vaughn than meets the eye. The door reopens before David can pull the knob. Hargrove pokes his head in. “Your attention is needed in the Black room.” David and I make our way to the Black room, a sanctuary my father has reserved for himself in the Manchester villa. It lives up to his name, with dark walls and curtains with just one window and very dim lighting. Roman is seated on a rocking chair, a smoking pipe stuck to the corner of his lips.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

As if he was giving both a welcome and a warning. “The Tomas Black family is the second richest family in the world, so don't be surprised to see it. This house is much smaller than any of the other Tomas Black's house in London," said Mr. Draco in a strong British accent. The car turned into the courtyard of Tomas Black Mansion, past a brick gate overgrown with white flowering vines. From a distance, she can see victorian architecture buildings with reddish brownstone walls resembling melted gold. The car circled a round pond in the shape of a wolf with a fountain in the middle. They stopped right under the shade of the patio, which was simpler than the one on the front, but felt much warme

I lock the screen and drop my bucket of Ben and Jerry's ice cream as I walk towards the front door. God I hope it's not George. I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now and I didn't tell George the company I was supposed to get a job at was Killian Black's company. I don't think I'll be able to answer his questions. It's not like I owe him any answers. I unlock the door and pull it open, revealing no other than the devil himself. Killian fucking Black. What's he doing here? How did he find me? And why on Earth is he looking so damn hot in that fine custom tailored suit?

With Liam by my side, we ventured into the depths of the sprawling estate, our footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as we searched for clues that would unravel the truth behind Gabriel Blackwood's sinister agenda. And then, we found it. Hidden beneath the grandeur of Silverwood Manor lay a secret chamber, its walls adorned with ancient symbols and sigils that spoke of a power beyond comprehension. As we stepped into the dimly lit chamber, a sense of dread settled over me like a heavy shroud, for I knew that we were standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than we could have ever imagined.

Sirius glared at Chad, then decisively grabbed his phone and walked toward his own bedroom. When he came out, he discovered that everyone else had left the suite. They could not bear the stench and had fled to other rooms. Only Chad remained, looking provocatively at Sirius and asking, "What have you found out?" Sirius turned to Chad and said coldly, "The Davidson family doesn't need you meddling in our affairs, you bastard!" Chad's smile faded, and he said darkly, "Right, I'm a bastard, unlike you, a noble beast with pure blood!"

The Dark Lord had certainly chosen a setting that left an indelible impression, even in the dimmest of lights. I took a shower and applied a hefty dose of vanilla lotion, which I found in the bathroom cabinet. I left the bathroom and walked through the apartment, finally finding what I was looking for—a bottle of my favorite bubbly beverage. I helped myself to a glass, then another, and another. I watched TV, drank champagne, and wondered where my oppressor had gone. Sometime later, out of boredom, I started to explore the apartment. It took up most of the hotel floor. When I reached the last door, I opened it and went in. Suddenly I found myself in pitch darkness. My eyes had to adjust for