Young Sirius Black Novels & Stories

Jayden notices how nervous I am and chuckles, “Don't worry. You won't have to talk to him, Keira. You’ve got us.” I stay silent. The image of his dark eyes is still in my mind. He looks elegant, quiet and mysterious. “What's his name?” I ask. “No one knows his name,” answers Jayden. “He is only known as the Black Tiger.” My first day at the agency was better than I expected. Jayden and Vicky didn’t leave me for a second because apparently it was difficult for newbies to adapt to this new life, especially after committing a murder. They know that I think about Jacob and Julia all the time when I get the chance to be alone. So, they are making sure to always talk to me and make me forget about

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He is the guy that causes traffic, accident, and fighting among the people of city T ( that is girls will be fighting to spend one night with him and guys will be jealous of him because their girlfriends praise him and some of their girlfriends even broke up with them because of him He is no other than KENZO KAREEM BLACK the CEO of "BLAQ COMPANY" and also one of the youngest CEO of city T and the leader of the underground group called "The BLACK SHADOWS" and the first and only son of Mr. Albert Black and Mrs. Roselin Black and he is currently 25th year old and he has a younger sister called Zita Black who will be turning 22nd on the 26th of May. He didn't reply to their greetings and walked

Well, I stepped down as the gang leader longer ago cause am a family man now. So I gave the title to my sweet niece Lilly. She's the only child now living with me until she finishes college. I see. Well is nice to meet you Lillian Kings. My name is Carlos Black is an honor to meet at last. you look just like your father. Also, your uncle told me your be behavior is same as your father. Your dad is...well blood thirsty and loves torturing people until they gave him some answers. if they don't, he will continue to torment them until they broke, until they start talking.

The same boy who had evaded Xareth’s grasp for years. Xareth pointed at him, eyes gleaming with venom. “This tiny piece of shit has stressed me out for over six years,” he spat. “I want his death to be exquisitely painful.” I looked at the boy, then back at Xareth with a raised brow. “Really?” Xareth narrowed his eyes. “Get me the Heartstone,” he ordered, his voice darkening. I didn’t move. I simply stared back, my expression flat, bored. He stepped forward, eyes wild. “Vireya, get me the Heartstone!”

I tried to tuck my sandy strands behind my ear, eager to get as far away as I could from him. I quietly dragged myself away from him, stumbling when he kicked me in the back. I swallowed the pain, telling myself that it'd all be fine some day. There'd come a day when I wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. A day when I'd finally be free. Kieran Black was the younger brother to Kian black. He was the second most sought after male in the pack and honestly, my least favorite. His short blonde hair grazed his forehead as he grinned wickedly at me.

"It was nothing. He is just about to leave." "Really Grey? You are not going to introduce me to your little friend?" His eyes where sharp and cold. With an undisguised demanding tone. Grayson hands on Skylar's shoulder grew tense, and as the introvert she was. She could only purse her lips and state dumbly. On seeing their contrasting expression. Mr Black, spoke up again. This time, directed to Skylar. "I am John Black. Grayson's father. You can call me Mr Black."

Fifteen years after the fall of Seraphina The training field behind the pack house was muddy from last night's rain. Alistair Blackwood Jr. — AJ to everyone except his mother — circled his sister, fists raised, his golden eyes bright with concentration. At fifteen, he was already nearly as tall as his father, with the same broad shoulders and stubborn jaw. Elara Blackwood stood opposite him, her stance relaxed, almost lazy. Her silver-flecked eyes held a calm that belied her age. She didn't raise her fists.