Young Sirius Black Novels & Stories

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

Name: Sophia James Father’s name: James Kite Mother’s name: Lily James Date of birth: 19/ 05/ 03 Age: 27 years old ( she is 6 years younger than Nathan) He noted to himself. Profession: General Surgeon Orphan. Parents died when she was 15. Cause: shot during a house robbery. Orphanage: Bloomfield. Status: single Live alone at Stafford buildings. Close friend: Ella Shawn, Smith Joseph, Mary Benson. Likes/ dislikes and hobbies were mentioned. All the information in the file was basic nothing alarming or dark except for the tragic death of her parents.

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Ethan Cross was a brat. He was a twenty-two-year-old trust fund baby with a sharp tongue, an overinflated ego, and a trust fund that could buy a small country. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and he loved making grown men feel small. But today, he had made a fatal mistake. He had humiliated the wrong man.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

My telephone rang and I quickly brought it up to my ear. "Secretary Carter of Black's corporation here, what can I do for you?" I asked in my professional voice. "Hi secretary Carter, is Dylan still in his office? He wasn't answering his phone calls." The voice said. I stood up immediately when I recognized whom the voice belongs to. "I'm sorry Mrs Black, forgive my manners." I said instantly. "Mr. Black is still inside his office." From what I knew, Dylan is Mrs Black's most prized treasure in this world. Mr Black died almost immediately after he was born and he was the only son. The only treasure the BLACKS had.

Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black. "His codename is Zeke." Mr. Black turned towards the tanned boy with butterscotch brown hair, he had childishness written all over his face. "Ah and this fellow here is Jay. Don't be fooled by his face, he's already 22. I once thought that he was still in high school when we did the interview." Avyanna slightly raised an eyebrow. Oh, she actually thought he was underage. "He's best in any kind of guns-"