Blackwood Institute: The Complete Trilogy

BLACKWOOD INSTITUTE THE COMPLETE TRILOGY J ROSE WILTED ROSE PUBLISHING CONTENTS Twisted Heathens Trigger Warning Quote Prologue - Brooklyn 1. Brooklyn 2. Kade 3. Brooklyn 4. Eli 5. Brooklyn 6. Phoenix 7. Brooklyn 8. Hudson 9. Brooklyn 10. Eli 11. Brooklyn 12. Kade 13. Brooklyn 14. Hudson 15. Brooklyn 16. Phoenix 17. Brooklyn 18. Kade 19. Brooklyn 20. Phoenix 21. Brooklyn 22. Hudson 23. Brooklyn 24. Kade 25. Brooklyn 26. Eli 27. Brooklyn 28. Brooklyn 29. Hudson 30. Brooklyn 31. Brooklyn 32. Kade 33. Brooklyn 34. Hudson 35. Brooklyn 36. Eli 37. Phoenix 38. Brooklyn 39. Hudson 40. Brooklyn Epilogue - Eli Bonus Scene Playlist Sacrificial Sinners Trigger Warning Quote Prologue - Lazlo 1. Brooklyn 2. Phoenix 3. Brooklyn 4. Kade 5. Brooklyn 6. Eli 7. Brooklyn 8. Brooklyn 9. Phoenix 10. Brooklyn 11. Phoenix 12. Brooklyn 13. Brooklyn 14. Kade 15. Brooklyn 16. Eli 17. Brooklyn 18. Hudson 19. Brooklyn 20. Kade 21. Brooklyn 22. Eli 23. Brooklyn 24. Brooklyn 25. Phoenix 26. Brooklyn 27. Hudson 28. Brooklyn 29. Brooklyn 30. Kade 31. Brooklyn 32. Hudson 33. Brooklyn 34. Brooklyn 35. Kade 36. Brooklyn 37. Eli 38. Hudson 39. Brooklyn Epilogue - Kade Bonus Scene Playlist Desecrated Saints Trigger Warning Quote Prologue - Seven 1. Brooklyn 2. Brooklyn 3. Kade 4. Brooklyn 5. Phoenix 6. Brooklyn 7. Brooklyn 8. Eli 9. Brooklyn 10. Brooklyn 11. Hudson 12. Brooklyn 13. Phoenix 14. Brooklyn 15. Seven 16. Brooklyn 17. Brooklyn 18. Phoenix 19. Brooklyn 20. Kade 21. Brooklyn 22. Brooklyn 23. Brooklyn 24. Eli 25. Brooklyn 26. Hudson 27. Brooklyn 28. Seven 29. Brooklyn 30. Brooklyn 31. Eli 32. Brooklyn Hudson’s Letter Phoenix’s Letter Kade’s Letter Eli’s Letter Epilogue - Jude Bonus Scene Extended Epilogue Playlist Want more from this shared universe? Newsletter About the Author Also by J Rose Copyright © 2023 J Rose Published by Wilted Rose Publishing Edited by Nice Girl Naughty Edits & The Eclectic Editor Cover Design by Books and Moods All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters and events are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, establishments or events is coincidental. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used without the express permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in the context of a book review or article. ISBN (eBook): 978-1-915987-01-3 www.jroseauthor.com TWISTED HEATHENS BLACKWOOD INSTITUTE #1 TRIGGER WARNING Twisted Heathens is a why choose, reverse harem romance, so the main character will have multiple love interests that she will not have to choose between. This book is very dark and contains scenes that may be triggering for some readers. This includes self-harm, suicide, drug use and mental health themes—including psychosis, graphic violence, child abuse and sexual assault. There is also explicit language throughout and sexual scenes involving blood play, breath play, dubious consent, mutual self-harming and light BDSM. If you are easily offended or triggered by any of this content, please do not read this book. This is dark romance, and therefore not for the faint of heart. Additionally, this book is written for entertainment and is not intended to accurately represent the treatment of mental health issues. “Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King PROLOGUE - BROOKLYN HAD ENOUGH - MOUTH CULTURE “Brooklyn?” Nurse Jackie shouts. “I’ve been calling you for ten minutes.” Rolling onto my side, I frown at the drooling guy stretched out on the sofa across from me. Fucking newbie. He just swallowed the pills and passed out. What a damn waste. “And I’ve been ignoring you for ten minutes,” I drone. She stops at the end of the sofa and glares down at me, her patience spent. “You can’t continue to treat this place like a bloody joke, Brooklyn. Get up. Now.” “Why should I?” “The doctor is expecting you.” I flip onto my back. “It’s not my therapy day.” Nurse Jackie crosses her arms. “Do I look like I care, missy? Don’t give me that attitude. Get your butt up or it’s another weekend in solitary.” Terror runs down my spine. I drag myself up and follow her, fearing the consequences. I can’t go back there after last time. Death is fucking preferable. She guides me to the nearby shrink’s office and lets me in, where I take my usual seat. The office chair spins to reveal Doctor Zimmerman, finishing up his telephone call. “Yes, I understand. Thank you, Augustus. I’ll be in touch.” The phone is returned to its cradle. Zimmerman stares down his nose at me, sliding his ugly spectacles down to give me his full, unwavering attention. Man, I want to crush those glasses under my boot. His lips move, but nothing comes out. Ringing fills my ears as I stare at the wall behind him, where thick, treacle-like shadows are dripping down and pooling on the ground. They whisper at me, and my hands tremble in my lap. Fucking Zimmerman, he’s a son of a bitch. Take the paperweight and smash his head in. “Brooklyn? Are you even listening to me?” My eyes snap up and the shadows are suddenly gone, leaving nothing but a clean, bright-white wall. “Brooklyn! I’ve given you time to think. I need your answer.” I glance away and focus my gaze out of the barred window. My eyes track the path of the falling raindrops. When was the last time I felt rain on my face? Or wind in my hair? I lick my lips. Breathe. Blink. Fidget. Anything not to reply to this asshole. “Your attitude isn’t necessary. We’re on the same side here.” The need to laugh bubbles up inside of me. Smirking, I turn my attention to my hands. My nails are bloody and chewed down, and my knuckles are bruised and scarred. There’s an obvious tremble that comes with my heavy dose of medication. “You aren’t leaving the room until we discuss this offer. Take your time.” So