Blake Gray Imagines Novels & Stories

It would be one of my best yet, judging by the impressive images I have taken that sit on my camera and in a file on my desktop. I have already put on my favorite playlist, mainly Taylor Swift but I also have some country mixed in. Garth Brooks is my favorite at the moment and I let the sounds wash over me trying to soothe my mind and its state of turmoil. What, I wonder does Blake have to talk to me about later? And how is our pack going to respond to the rogues that are creeping in? Will there be a fight and war between them and us? It’s been a while since our pack have been up against the odds. Thankfully, we came out on top. We are brave, fierce and ultra strong.

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He raised his arm, stopping me and Wentworth from stepping forward. “Gray is here.” He mumbled before he made his voice louder to ask. “What are you doing here? I don’t think the arena is somewhere nearby.” He was right. At the other end of the stream was another territory that was already blocked off, so no participant would cross it. I peered to the Alpha’s side and saw Alpha Gray sitting on a boulder, playing with something resembling a syringe he calmly placed back in his pocket. “Exactly… The arena is on the other side. What are you doing here?” He answered.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

Blake looked back when he heard Max’s warning before giving Jason a pointed look and stepping away from him. Blake was an Asian guy with dark maroon hair wearing a black t-shirt, ripped black jeans and a black leather jacket. He portrayed the stereotypical image of a bad boy. Well, what was I expecting? No wonder he was part of Ryder’s circle of friends but why did I never see him before? Max stepped away from me when Blake passed by us and followed him to the side before they got into a heated conversation. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds when Blake’s eyes connected with mine. I felt a shiver travel up my spine with goose bumps littering my skin. There was something is his eyes,

“Yeah excuse you. Ignoring the instructions of the host is rude. The invite clearly specified black and white attire. What is this?” “I don’t think that should be a problem.” The woman stepped forward with a serene smile. “I’m Brent Gray. Nice to meet you.” Melissa’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in utter shock, almost popping out of their sockets. “What? G…Gray as in..” “I’m the daughter of Mr Gray of Gray corporation. I’m representing my father here. He’s not in good health. What I did not know is that this is how you welcome your guests. I’m hig….”

I stammered, my guilty palpable. Gray's laughter, warm and light, echoed on the line. "No need to apologize. In fact, I owe you my gratitude. Your candid words brought to light Benefield's blurring of personal and professional boundaries, a serious violation of our company's principles." Curiosity tugged at me, and I couldn't help but ask, "But how did you, the Alpha of Blood Dawn, come to own a music company?" Gray's response was laced with a playful edge, "Much like how you're both the Luna of Golden Crest and the esteemed songwriter on Twitter-Theresa."

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

But the blow never came. The heavy oak door exploded inward. Shards of wood flew across the room like shrapnel. Tristan tackled me to the ground, using my body to shield his own from the debris. I hit the floor hard, my head bouncing off the rug. A low, guttural growl filled the room. It vibrated in my teeth. I looked up, coughing through the dust. Blake stood in the doorway. He wasn't a wolf, but he wasn't entirely human either. His eyes were glowing a violent, radioactive silver. His canines were extended, sharp enough to tear through bone. He was shirtless, his chest heaving, and his skin was flushed with the heat of his shift.

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.