Blake Gray Imagines Novels & Stories

With a flutter, Grace heaved her thick tangle of lashes, revealing the big brown eyes that were still clouded by sleep, confusion, or maybe it was anger. "Oh God," she grumbled under her breath. Like it was the end of the world. James Grayson didn’t answer her right away. He just leaned back, one hand behind his head and the other lazily and very distractingly wonderful to look at over his muscled abs. Grace bit her lip as she imagined how those beautiful hands had pleased her in the right places.

>POV: BLAKE Thе IA interview ѕtіll plays оn my mind, but I push іt away. Thеrе’ѕ nо tіmе fоr іt whеn mу gіrl іѕ out there mіѕѕіng. Thе hаndѕ-frее unіt сhіmеѕ аgаіn. I’m еxресtіng іt tо be Rуаn, but іt’ѕ Brenda.

She thanked them and the girls nodded. "Let's go neonata, we are already late." Blaze grabbed his mate hand and tugged it out of the room, Mia noticed that he wore his perfect, black suit making him looking like a business man, no wait, a sexy handsome models. His fitted black pants, his white shirt who the first two button is opened showing off his collarbones. "Are you done staring at me, mate?" He said in front of her, without glancing her. "How did you about that know? You are behind me." She hit his muscles of his strong back.

He was blind linking. " Gray, try and see if you can Mind link her," Gray grunted. " It's impossible, her mind's blocked but I can perceive her scent. She isn't good at all and..." The suspense was killing me. What the fuck does he has to say. " And?" I spoke, impatiently awaiting his answers. Gray remained quiet, focusing back on his task and then he jerked his eyes open while they glowed all crimson. A sign that he was angry. " She's been raped,"

I said, but as I took a step, Gray immediately looked up, anger visible on his face, making me tremble. "I'll say it one more time. Don't come near me unless you want me to hurt you," Gray said, his tone serious. I was left speechless, and in the next moment, I didn't know what happened, but Gray disappeared from in front of me. I didn't even know if it was a dream or reality. He vanished like a wisp of smoke, leaving me in confusion. I didn't know what to do. The only thought on my mind was Miss Brenda. I quickly grabbed my bag, my body trembling as I imagined Gray in pain and suddenly disappearing.

Strangely, I didn't think Blake as the type chill enough to play video games. Above the TV were pictures, mainly of Blake's growing phases, from the little boy riding a red tricycle to the lanky teenagers holding a brown bass guitar and looking perfectly at ease with it, exuding confidence in waves. In some of the pictures, a dark haired woman with a pixie cut and coal black piercing eyes smiled along with the boy. The eyes eerily attracted me but I looked away to ask the first question that popped in mind.

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”

He had never seen Gray so mad? "Why do you still have that smell around you?" Gray demanded, grabbing Alexis's upper arm and yanking him forward. Alexis flinched, eyes widened in fear at the dark cloud that took over Gray's eyes. His eyes weren't silver anymore, they kept flashing a pitch black and dark silver. He gasped, realizing the darkness was gone before he could comment on it. He shook his head, perhaps he had imagined it, there was no way Gray would possess dark magic, it was forbidden on Alpha Xavier's territory.

River mutters and Grace sighs contemptuously. "You should also know that Carlton Black broke Sebastian, and it took him years to talk about it to anyone." Grace says, watching River with a suggestive gaze. "He hasn't opened up to a soul about it," she informs him, "Only you." Grace utters somberly, and River feels his heart beating as if fighting to be released from the confined space of his ribcage.

The sight stole the air right of my lungs, leaving my jaw slack, and hands slightly quivering. My mind spins, as I attempt to make sense of what I am looking. Why in the world does Grayson have a room dedicated primarily to an unknown wolf that looks as if it could tear me apart in seconds? The thought makes me shiver. Tentatively, I wander into the room a little further. Up close, I can see the dead soul in the creature's eyes. Someone had to have been close enough to take a photo of this beast, and I can't imagine anyone that would be brave enough to do so. Unless Grayson is the culprit. I mean, this is his room...