What Is Sirius Black's Middle Name Novels & Stories

The Singapore team would not need anything until Monday morning and the Monday morning would take care of itself the way Monday mornings always took care of themselves. I stayed because I was sitting with something and I needed to sit with it properly before I took it home. I sat at my desk. I thought about the name. Vivienne. Different surname. I had registered that immediately. The moment the assistant had said the name the first thing I had done was note the surname. Blackwood. Not James. Not the name attached to the investigation that had found nothing because the name was not real. Not the name attached to the bankruptcy papers and the framed document and two years of a wall built from

His steps were tentative, but slowly began to relax as he realized he wasn’t going to be killed anytime soon. “What did she say exactly?” This caused his earlier panic to return. His eyes went wide, but he didn’t hesitate to follow my order. “She said to tell you that your wife, who you do not deserve, demands you to come to her at once before she tells the world what a—,” his eye twitched. “—a perverted, conniving, sack of shit Alpha Caius Stewert Blackwell is.” Ghost flicked his knife shut. “Your middle name isn’t even Stewert.”

He asked as he sat back, waiting for me to answer him. I took a seat in front of the desk. "Well, I have a business proposition for you, but I don't do anything with people I don't know." "Really?" He eyed me for quite a long time before he spoke again. "The name is Steven... Steven Black and as of a week ago I took charge in the absence of the Rogue King." He smirked as he leaned forward on his desk. "Now that you know who I am, who are you, and what do you want?"

"So tell us more about this guy. His full name? Reputation? Because we have to do a background check on him, before you two take the relationship to the next level." Giovanna has always been extra protective so I wasn't surprised by her actions. "His name is Sebastian Black." Both of their jaws dropped, and their eyes widened in shock. "Oh hell no, I take my words back. There's no way in hell you're getting with that guy." Giovanna deadpanned, her eyes serious. "What?"

he raised his head waiting for my question. "What is the complete name of Mr. Smith?" I sat the tray aside after drinking the glass of water "Well, his name is Arrow Black Smith," he acknowledged, picking his book. It seems so familiar. Black, huh? Seems his name fitted him well. A black demon. "Ah. So what is his identity?" I blurted out of curiosity. "I'm sorry, Sam, but I am not in the right position to answer that but you will figure it out soon. I'm sure you'll know," he stated declining my question.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

He asks, ignoring my statement. He signals a waiter who comes forward to take our orders. I am not asked what I want, but he somehow manages to nail it down to every point. “You've done your assignment,” I comment, trying to hold up a strong front. He looks up from the menu, and then at me. “I know things about yourself that you don't.” His words leave me still. “Who are you?” I ask, “Sergei Rachmaninoff, or you can call me Sergei Black. Whatever fits.”

He was wearing an expensive gray suit, but he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Sirius was Elias’s older cousin, but he had spent his entire life standing in Elias’s shadow. While Elias was handed the keys to Vane International, Sirius was relegated to managing the minor shipping ports. His heart was full of a deep, burning jealousy that had rot over the years. He took a sip of his drink, his dark eyes tracking a movement in the shadows at the far end of the warehouse. "You're late," Sirius said, his voice smooth and cold. Out of the darkness stepped Maya Sterling.

"How did Lena sound?" "Tired," I said. "But the good kind. Like someone who has been carrying something heavy for a long time and put it down today." Sophia nodded slowly. "She chose Black," I said. "For her name. Elijah told me when he filed it." Sophia looked at me. "She didn't have to do that," I said. "She could have taken her mother's name or made something entirely new. She chose Black." "She was choosing the brothers," Sophia said simply. "Not Diana. Not yet. But the brothers, yes."

"Then how do you know my name?" He studied her face a moment instead of answering. "You've been crying." She stiffened. He shrugged off his tailored coat and settled it gently over her soaked shoulders. The warmth caught her off guard. "I asked you a question," she said. "My name is Damian Blackwood." The name meant nothing to her. But judging by how the wolves suddenly behaved, it meant everything to them — the lead wolf sank low, not to strike, but in submission. Scarlett caught it instantly. "So who exactly are you?"