Bellamy Blake 100 Novels & Stories

Blake says, making Liam smile evilly. "Liam, you know what to do," he says, looking at me and beginning to open his gun closet. "Yes, sir. Time for a little fun," he says, hooting as he skips and turns quickly. "You get her home safely. We'll make sure to pay them a thank you." Blake says as we both come out with our gear on.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

I tried to touch him but he shoved my hand away "Your ways?? Like selling your body??" He scoffed I felt hurt that he thought that way. Why can't he just get whatever bad image or scene of me he has in his head. "I'm changed now Blake. I'm no longer the lady I used to be." I made puppy face at him "That won't work" He referred to the face I made "And you lost the right to call me by that name ever since you left me for that lowlife" His eyes blazed and I got scared

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

From his Greek god body dressed neatly in his grey suit that complements his eyes, oh let me not forget that dashing smile that's directed to me right now. "Hi Robyn, it's been long since you danced," he teased walking closer to me and leaning against the island, his eyes travelling up and down my body as his tongue ran over his teeth. "What's got you so excited?" His accent, oh my! How in the world did his parents meet and come to the conclusion they want to make a baby together beats me. Bellamy's dad was British and his mother French and he was beautiful, devilishly beautiful and he knew it using it to his advantage.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

, I said. "Good to hear from you again, Ryan. I was at the speakeasy yesterday and tried dialing your line, it wasn't going through". Black Ace, real name Blake Holmes. A runner, someone who distributes and collects drugs or other illegal stuffs in a gang or mafia. "Bloody hell,I have been busy. You shoulda dropped a voice message", I said, taking my cock out. "Yeah... I gotta tell ya one thing. I gat ya dough, fam. A flaming $10m. The deal got sweetened and the crystal meth banked a lot of good paper..."Bella turned around to look at me.

He stopped at the traffic light when it showed red and turned his face to meet my molten gaze. "I said nothing, Bellamy." I answered shortly. "Jade, you can trust me and-" "I said nothing is wrong with me!" I yelled, getting the attention of the other drivers waiting for the light to turn green. "Breathe and talk to me. I know it seems like I'm being persuasive, but I know something got your throat and you need to spit it out," Bellamy said softly, eyes softer than my fluffy pillow. "What do you want from me?" "I want to help you. I mean, you came to my house in the first place and-"