Romans & histoires Blake Knight

I killed the bastard. Hours have passed, and Blake is still not waking up. The doctors at the hospital have done all the exams they thought they needed, and I have Blake in the private wing I own. I would never wait to be seen by a doctor. I, Wyatt Hayes owns an entire hospital and I have my own wing. I know you might think that is ridiculous, but I think it’s the best way of doing things.

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 didn’t tell you because… I don’t live with that identity. And I didn’t think it mattered.” “That’s not an answer,” I say quietly. Frederick opens his mouth, but I lift my hand. “Not you. I want to hear it from him.” The room feels smaller. Blake straightens, his shoulders squaring like a soldier stepping onto a battlefield he’s avoided for years. His voice is calm, but there’s a fracture beneath it. “My full name is Blake Drakonis.” The name lands like a gunshot. “Drakonis?” My body goes rigid.

he replied earning a slap on the head, "Demon! You're a child on Satan!" Lani laughed audibly as he pretended to whimper at her raised hand, the irony of his words made her smirk smugly. Blake had been in the club for 2 years and ever since he showed his face, he and Lani were almost inseparable. He was a tall man and built like an athlete - lean and driven. He had a stoic face for the most part but it merely came alive and glowed like a cluster of fireflies when he was with little Lani. Blake had deep, doe eyes that people just couldn't help but get lost in, they were like trap doors as they leaked with mystery. Though, if looked into deep enough, the warmth from the firing furnace inside o

He said with a smile, “These two pretty celebrities threw themselves into my arms after learning about my great achievements. Since when did you start caring about these kinds of things, especially when there is mutual consent?” “Haha, really? What about this palm print on Miss Blake’s face?” Fane laughed. He did not expect that Magnus would still lie under these circumstances. “Haha, what can I do if she likes it rough?” Magnus laughed and asked Blake, “Am I right? Miss Knight, don’t you like playing like this?” Blake’s face darkened. She was hoping to be rescued when the door was kicked open. However, she realized that the young man in front of her was only a normal soldier. How could a no

I wink at her, pulling out my knife and she actually laughs. Blake, still at the laptop, looks up briefly, glancing between me and Demitri. “And I would prefer to figure out who’s been tracking her. The guy’s smart, and whoever they are, they’re good. Name’s Blake, by the way.” Blake, the notorious Stalker who never gets seen. Demitri and I lock eyes again, the tension still simmering as Blake turns back to his screen, clearly enjoying the show. Alissia, bored with our staring contest, grins. “Come on, you two. Enough with the words. If you’re gonna throw something, at least make it a knife.”

After a while, he said, “I know a person who can detoxify the venom in my body. I need to get rid of the venom before I can do anything else. Otherwise, I will not last very long in my current condition, let alone accomplish my plans.” “Who is it?” “Blake.” Gloom frowned. “Do you know what’re you suggesting, James? Blake is a devil that killed without blinking an eye. He founded the Dark Castle and trained countless assassins. The country dispatched hundreds of elites just to capture him. You also participated in that battle, so you should know his strength. The consequences of releasing him will be dire.” James muttered, “I know.” “He could tell I was poisoned with Gu at one glance and clai

he asked, his voice laced with arrogance. "I have come to challenge you to allow me to fight your chosen son-in-law Emperor Dwayne," Blake replied, his tone steady and unwavering. "I seek the hand of Princess Selena in marriage." Dwayne chuckled darkly, his fangs glinting in the dim light of the throne room. "You are a bold one, Blake. But you are also foolish. You think you can defeat our best prince in combat and win the heart of my beloved daughter?" "I am willing to prove myself," Blake said, his eyes flickering with determination. "I am a skilled fighter, and I will not back down from this challenge."

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

I sent a mindlink to Bradley and the triplets, asking if it was okay I divulged some of our secrets in order to help her understand that I didn’t WANT to reject her, that I felt the NEED to reject her so she could have someone who would only think of her first. With their approval, I asked “Cailee, have you heard of the Knights League?” seeing her eyes widen with shock and recognition. “I am a Guardian Knight; I vowed to protect Ellie with my life no matter what. I can’t fully be your mate and do that at the same time,” I said sadly, hating to hear the words coming out of my mouth as if they somehow made the hurt more real.