Billy Blazes Novels & Stories

Blaze scratched his neck nervously. "But did she said that she had her period?" "No, she didn't, I just guessed that she had it." "Fuck, you're a dead man." He said seriously, the alpha frowned and bites the inside of his mouth. "Why am I dead? I mean I can't be dead." Blaze rolled his eyes. "Dude you're so dead, girls get sensitive and uptight about this." He chuckled. "No really?!" "Yeah what did you brought her?" Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely.

Seeing that Blair had not blown out the candles yet, Tracey could not help but urge him, "How many wishes did you make? If you don't blow out the candles soon, they'll burn down." Blair opened his eyes and smiled. "It's the only chance I get every year, so I have to make multiple wishes." With that, he took a deep breath and blew out the candles. Spike looked at his dad and said, "Happy birthday, Daddy!" Nicki quickly followed, "Happy birthday, Uncle Blair! I wish you eternal happiness with Aunt Mabes." "Brother, happy birthday," Tracey added. Blair turned to look at Mable, who was beside him.

“Don’t worry about me. You have an army to take care of. I can take care of myself.” “Sure, sure. Oh by the way, tell Bilgrae to get the demihuman squad ready. He knows what to do next.” “Okay, sure.” “Great thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Bronto walked past Crymillia as she gave way to him. “It seems like he’s the one that needs a rest.” . . . We’ve reached the end of BLAIR Volume 2: The Great Sandcastle! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story so far and many more volumes, not to mention chapters coming in the future. I do apologise for the unstable updates and I’ll try to improve, which I always try to do.

“Go ahead. I will follow behind in my car.” Blaze didn’t bother responding. Instead, he took my hand firmly, leading me toward the car waiting outside. Once we were seated inside, I couldn’t help but glance at him, curiosity bubbling beneath my silence. I didn’t want to get involved in whatever tension simmered between him and Hillary, but it was hard to ignore. Before I could stop myself, Blaze broke the silence. His voice was low and steady, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Never trust that woman.”

Callum and Shirley were being watched by armed officers, their expressions a study in panic and frustration. Upon spotting me, Shirley lunged toward me in desperation. "You bitch! You did this! You set it all up! You made me cut the wrong wire, Hope! You set me up to fail!"

“You didn’t tell me that part.” He met my eyes. “I didn’t want to scare you.” Caleb threw his hands in the air. “You are failing spectacularly.” I rubbed my temples. “What do you mean reacts to blood?” Blaze lifted one hand slowly. “My blood touched the sand last night.” Sheila swallowed. “And?” “And it burned.” Caleb swore. “You bleed acid now?” “No,” Blaze replied flatly. “The sand smoked.” Sheila stared at him. "That’s not normal.” Caleb let out a short breath.

Blythe uttered in fear, "I truly do not know anything. I guarantee you that she was still here last night. I tried to check on her as both of you told me to do so, and she was sleeping soundly when I took the chance to see her. I even left her some meals, but it appears that she didn't even eat them. Then just a few minutes ago, I made the decision to just see her again to find out what she would like to eat, but when I came in, she was not in the bed. I assumed she was using the restroom, but when it took so long, I tried to check on her, but she was indeed missing." Blaze is in full panic mode about some kind of woman for some reason, and he is saying harsh things like, "She is literally m

Carlo Weeks later. “You still awake?” I look up from my screen, surprised to hear his voice. I didn’t even hear him coming. That’s how focused I’ve been. Blaze is standing by the edge of the living room, leaning on the damn wall like he’s trying to look casual. His steps are slow, but shit—he’s actually walking. No crutches. No help. Just that annoying limp that’s been driving him insane. “You’re climbing stairs now?” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I see that hint of pride in his eyes. “Yeah, figured I’d surprise you.”

She's never going to stop unless I face her, maybe not even then, but I need to try to take back my life, starting now. Nathan pulls up outside Billy's house, all the lights are out save for the one in the living room and we all stare at the little yellow bulb through the window, as though it could tell us what's happening inside. Car doors open beside us and I realise Shane's getting out of a black car parked beside us. He bends to look in the window of Billy's door and gives me a small smile and lift of the hand in greeting. His eyes narrowing on Billy as though he's trying to figure out something.