Blake Roman Songs Novels & Stories

We settled into a conversation about Nigerian music and at some point, he even turned on Rema's Calm Down. Before I knew it, I had settled down and was enjoying myself. Blake's warmth and energy were that contagious and it made me wonder how he could be brothers to two devils.

My elbows had scratches on them, even my knee was scratched, blood was oozing out uncontrollably. I sighed as i managed to clean the blood, wincing at the sting caused by the cold water. After a while i went back to the room and sat down at the corner, my ankle was numb with pain. I pulled my knee upto my chest and starting humming the tune of 'firestone'. I remember, Blake had told me it was his favorite song too. I miss him, i miss all of them. I miss the good old days. I started singing 'stressed out' in my head and smiled because i just continued the song from the line 'good old days'.

He ordered. "And I want each and every thing which belonged to Jackson to be thrown out of the house... Now!" Damon hugged him when he saw how heartbroken he was. "Whenever I trust someone blindly, they stab me in the back!" Rafael hugged Damon back. "You have me and Mikhail... You are not alone, Rafael..." Damon promised him. "I don't care why he was killed and by whom... He is no longer my brother..." Rafael declared and walked away.

"Selena put up with you for ten years. You think she'll let you walk over her forever? Is this how your dad raised you?" "Nobody raised me!" he shouted defiantly. "I ended up like this because of Selena and you!" Lauren hit him again, furious. I stepped in to pull her away, afraid the situation would escalate. But she stood her ground, her voice thick with disappointment. "I don't owe you, and neither does Selena. Your dad does. I worked hard to keep our family together, but he ruined it. You have the nerve to blame me, who nurtured you and got betrayed."

Jade's POV He's been staring at me for the longest, and that hard on... shouldn't he take care of that already? "Blake..." I moaned his name again, trying to entice him even more. What's wrong with Adam? Why is he just laying here while I do all the work? He used to be good, this used to be good but after I kissed Blake-- I know it sounds cliche but after that kiss, I've been wondering what he's like in bed, is he rough and persistent or sweet and soft? Is he the type to whisper how beautiful I am or will he call me his dirty little slut while he fucks me? I want him so bad, oh so bad.

“Don’t be dramatic, Ava. You’re not knitting, and we’re not dying either. We’re handling it.” Roman gave me a softer look, the one he always used when he wanted me to back down without fighting. “Ava, trust us. Blake is dangerous. You have no idea what he’s capable of. We won’t let him come near you.” And that was the end of it. They turned back to their plans and shut me out like always.

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.

Rome's gaze swayed towards Blake and sweat dripped down Blake’s forehead as he stared back at him. “I don't like people lying to me. When they do, I get mad, and you don't want me to get mad, right, Blake?” Rome firmly said, slamming his fist into his palm. “No! I will confess. I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don't hurt my mother! She is sick.” Blake said, dropping to the ground on both knees with tears in his eyes. When Rome gazed back at Mr. Orlando, he slightly nodded his head and said, “Yes, young master. His mother suffered from kidney failure.”

Brooke snorted. Blake's eyes narrowed. "If you're so good, why don't you try?" He stretched the guitar at her way. "Me? N-No, I can't sing." She let out a nervous laugh. "Sing." "Sing." "Sing." Everyone cheered. Blake's lips tugged into a smirk. "Afraid?" And he hit a nerve. She stood up, squaring her shoulders and prowled to the front. Holding the guitar in position, she looked up, and I lifted both my thumbs, encouraging her.

The ancient man who has more legacy rather than a hero is called by his name Blahel, he is the leader of the Rebela's Tribe who lives beneath the ruins city of the deserted island who worships Blahel for his achievement. The Rebela's tribe possess the a magical stones that gives them life beneath those ruins, a rare magical stones that not only boast from their daily living but also gives them both sun and moon, water and fire, earth and wind. With this special relic possessed by their hands, they had been living peacefully underneath without much care to the outside world.