Bellamy Blake 100 Novels & Stories

Maybe you’re trying to make up for it,' my wolf, Blaze, murmurs. I ignore him. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. The auctioneer’s voice cracks while poking his finger in one of his ear. “Pardon me sir… are you sure you said ten million dollars?” “You heard me.” I inhale slowly, letting the cigarette burn between my fingers. “Unless your ears don’t work.” Suddenly, a ripple of shock, fear, and disbelief tears through the crowd... “It can’t be—” “Who?!” “Shawn Black—”

“How? How is this possible?” A woman stepped forward out of the group of seven and bowed to him, “Your highness, I’m L=N or better known as Ellen. I am not from this world, and neither are my friends here.” “I can see that,” he said. She smiled at him. “I’ve brought you here because I need to get in touch with his highness, Prince Lumiere.” “What?” He asked. She nodded her head. “Yes. We are putting together a clan that can surpass every other clan throughout the world’s and we need Prince Lumiere’s ability.”

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

Bellamy shrugged at her, “Well I should be, I teach dance for a living.” Thea’s eyebrows furrowed together, “Really? I didn’t peg you to be a dancer.” Bellamy rolled his eyes at her, “Why? Because I’m not gay?” Thea startled at his comment, “No, of course not. I’m surprised because of your size Bellamy, I wouldn’t have thought you would be as graceful as you are…” Bellamy’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Bellamy screamed from behind him. "How about you two have a match? If she's able to punch you even once, we'll consider her stronger than you. And if she can't, then she'll have to clean the house and do our chores for a week." The only good things about Bellamy were his body and face. He was extremely manipulative and would use his tactics to make everyone do what he wanted, which irked me. However, I could also tell that he had temperament issues.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Charlie plops down next to me again. “Now you two can match.” he says proudly. “Uhm... Charlie. Bellamy and I aren't together, you know.” I inform him. Charlie just shrugs. “That doesn't mean that shade of blue won't be perfect on both of you.” He waves away my objections. Bellamy steps out of the changing room and I have to admit that Charlie was right. The blue looks great. The dark colour suits Bellamy but isn't too harsh the way the plain black outfit was. Charlie stands and claps his hands together happily.

What the hell am I doing? “Get well soon,” I muttered quietly, even though she couldn’t hear me. “I still need someone to bully.” I glanced toward the door. “Your Prince Charming should be here soon anyway.” I pulled out my phone. Then an idea crossed my mind. Click. I took a picture of her sleeping. Perfect. Blackmail material. But as I stared at the photo on my screen, another thought crossed my mind. How exactly am I supposed to blackmail her with this… …when she still looks pretty even while sleeping?

I asked Mark to look for something that's why he's also out right now while Troy and Cole is in charge of their faculty's booth since Adan can't. Adan was invited to the precinct for some interrogation cause the three guys who had beaten Gab has told the police that he was the one to hire them to beat Gab which he immediately admitted. But I know for a fact that he's just a thrall of my dad and was probably offered a big compensation once he admitted the fault. "You know you don't have to worry anymore, Maze. He's fine now." I looked at Crimson when he said that and can't help but sigh.