Blake Roman Songs Novels & Stories

Sister Song stated, thinking the only stones Blake held onto were Divine Stones, but to her shock again, a pile of Spirit Stones and Spirit Crystals settled on the table before her, making her stop mid-eating and dropping her spoon. “Will you stop that? Put it away. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? So you are wealthy, handsome, and powerful; what are you not?” Sister Song asked as Blake returned the stones and crystals. “Not closer to my goal,” Blake replied sadly but didn’t state that goal, and Sister Song, seeing it brought him pain, didn’t ask. “When are you going to leave then?” Sister Song asked softly, knowing he would not stay in a small rural area here now that he was fully

I said frankly. Then I heard him saying with a smile, "I just love how straightforward you are." I was stunned. "You don't think that I am one of those easy women? That I want nothing but your money and your fame?" I was surprised. Blake said mockingly, "You never ask me for money, and you never seduce me. Is it really worth it to singe your wings like this?" He leaned closer to my face and said in a deep voice, "Don't lie about things you haven't done, unless you want to do them with me now."

Getting my car from the valet was kind of easy as soon as I stuffed a thousand dollars inside his hand and the fact that Blaze and I arrived at the venue separately also worked in my favor. I could feel the effects of alcohol teamed with Diana’s parting words still buzz inside my head as I drive through the empty streets of Rome. Pink Floyd’s ’Comfortably Numb’ plays in the background through the BMW’s stereo system as I keep on playing the conversation with Blaze’s ex inside my head. ’He better off without you’ As much as I would love to play dumb, I know full well that she’s right. Blaze is indeed better off without me. I mean he’s amazing! Sure, he has some issues but who doesn’t?

And I hated that I felt it. Roman stepped forward and held out an ashtray. Blake didn’t break eye contact with me as he tapped the cigar lightly against its edge, letting the ash fall away before taking another slow drag. “Surprised I know how your pussy tastes?” he teased, exhaling smoke slowly into the air. “Isn’t that part of your mission?” I summoned every ounce of courage I had left. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I faltered, “Wha… what do you want from–”

I clenched my hands into fists, forcing those tears from rolling down. Mama Bully rolled her eyes, then glared at Mom. "Honestly, you can see how someone's gonna turn out from when they're a kid. Have you seen the news of children killing their parents just for their insurance money? "I can tell Willow is wicked from the core. And I can't believe you'd let her sister stick around that often. Aren't you scared that she'll quietly kill your daughter one day?" I would never! I loved Maple the most! I was so livid that my face turned red.

“You know him so well. Please tell him that sad, depressing music shouldn’t be played at a school dance. We need fun tunes that’ll make people want to shake their booties not depressing shit that’ll make them wanna break up.” “Hey!” I cried defensively. “Taylor Swift doesn’t sing only depressing songs. She has some pretty decent danceable tunes.” “Yeah, like Exile and Dorothea.” I rolled my eyes as the two of them laughed at my song choices. Blake was happy and so was I. I had always imagined going to a dance with him and now it was finally happening. A part of me was still scared about how he was going to act with me in public. I was certain that he had feelings for me if our constant makin

Blaze nodded with a slight satisfaction while Ace raised a brow on him, trying to figure out what the pale guy was thinking. "So Ace Anderson, want to try, a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" Blaze smirked as he casually asked the stunned and dumbfounded Ace. ****🙄🙄****

"Of course I am not a bad person." "You really aren't a bad person, because you aren't really a person," Claire replied fiercely and Aaric clicked his tongue in annoyance when he heard that. ================ The sound of metal clanging loudly above the arena and cheers could be heard, rumbling from below, where they were, the vampire soldiers trying to cheer up Mila for successfully pushing Liam away from her. Liam didn't want to take Mila seriously at first, because after all he didn't want to hurt this woman, but apparently he couldn't do that if he really wanted to win the fight.

“You havin’ any problems Uncle Rome can take care of for you?” And yes, he has the stereotypical accent. He’s straight from New York. A loud, large, Italian man from the heart of Brooklyn. It doesn’t help that he never liked Lewis, something he would only say when he thought I wasn’t listening. Actually… Now that I think about it, I don’t know if anyone in my circle liked him. I guess Blake is just the latest one to join the club. Or maybe I’m the dumbass who’s the latest. I realize that Blake’s saying something and I manage to snap myself out of my fantasy of sending someone after Lewis.

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.