Blake Roman Songs Novels & Stories

Roman handed me a blanket and settled beside me. “She’s going to remember this,” I said quietly. “The island. The laughter. Us.” “I hope she remembers this part of us,” he murmured. “Not the chaos.” “You mean the chaos you still haven’t explained?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Lena, do you remember a man named Carter Blake?” The name sent a shiver down my spine. It had been years since I’d heard it—one of Roman’s former associates, a name tied to deals and power plays he’d sworn were behind him.

I seem scent endorsement from the other side of the table, and wasn't beyond any doubt what I'd done to gain it. "So, tell us around yourself, Blake." Roman inclined back against the booth, his arm around Henley. "There's not much to tell. I run the city's formative administrations division, and a monster pack of bears that for the most part keep to themselves. My guardians were murdered around a year back, so I offer assistance out my sister when she lets me. Something else, I like to ride my bicycle and fiddle with cars." Their fragrances changed, intrigued blending with pity. "You have a sister?" Henley asked.

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Who is this fragile human? The thought flashed through Roman Blake’s mind a fraction of a second before the impact. He had been striding down the bustling pavement of the financial district, his mind heavy with the suffocating pressure of his impending political doom. The pack elders wanted a Luna. His inner wolf had stubbornly refused every pureblood female paraded before them, holding out for a fated mate that Roman was beginning to believe didn't exist. He was dangerously close to giving up. To surrendering to duty.

Blake gets out of the car, walking to my side and opening my door for me. "Come on, you'll be fine." He sighs. I step out, taking slow steps towards the house. "I won't leave your side, promise." He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. We walk further down the side walk. My heart races more in my chest, drowning out the loud music. We get to the front steps of the porch, the music louder than before, blaring Havana by Camila Cabello. Blake places his hand on the small of my back, leading me through the front door and inside the house. The thick smell of sweat and alcohol hits my nose as we weave our way inside. Drunk and hormonal teenagers rubbing against each other on the danc

Ya, I cannot help but join him as I take a sip from my chilled glass, “Stone has turned out to be quite the…let us just say I cannot put him under the list of people that I can trust.” But then Roman goes quiet for a few moments as if he is trying to find the right words to say, yet, “But, come one, Colton. You were banging the man’s daughter.” And that immediately gets a raised brow from Raven. “You and Trinity?” “Ya, me and the very girl. But that I can assure you, Mr. Sloane, that is over.” Raven once again raises nothing but a brow while a sneaky smile creeps over her face. “So you dumped Trinity.”

As she tried to convinced herself she wasn't bored, she checked her notifications panel and looked up Blake's website. He was affiliated with a lot of new acts, mostly mainstream pop, rock, and EDM artists. Obviously he'd been real busy over the past few years. Probably why his marriage didn't work out. Yep. The guy just got divorced months ago, according to gossip columns and some big-name music and entertainment websites.

“I’ve missed you so much.” “You’re drunk.” He stated, his tone serious as if he was trying to caution me. “Let’s go back to your suite.” “When will you come back home?” I ignored him as I cradled his face with my fingers, slowly grazing my thumb over his kissable lips. “I’ve been waiting all these years. When will you come back to me?” “You are so wasted, Sienna Blake.” An oblivious Roman said with a small amused chuckle before he straightened and steadied me to my feet.

Vega was seriously trying to rain on my parade tonight. "I have had two shots of vodka in Red Bull and most of this beer here. So yes, Vega, I'm good," I said and laughed. "This song is for Blaze; I think it fits our situation perfectly; I hope you all enjoy it," I said as I looked over at Blaze. Blaze and I stared deeply into each other's eyes the whole time I sang this song to him. I wished he would just come to pick me up and carry me off to my room. A part of me wanted to quit singing and go to him, but I didn't.

Blake smile and then grinned wickedly at me. What is Raphael talking about?! Why is he here?! Why is Blake laughing and standing with me like they are old friends?! “ I told you she’ll fall for it, the poor down to earth baker story alway sells.” Blake said with a cocky smirk. “W…why do you mean?” I asked utterly shocked and confused. What is going on? How do they know each other? Why are they here together? Why is it Raphael here? “Oh my gosh! How dumb can you be! I tricked you! I work for Raphael over here! My job was to get you to trust me, get you to leave my father’s protection and come back to him!” Blake said with his voice slightly higher than it should be.