Blake's Kitchen And Bar Novelas e Histórias

The kitchen was finally known. Oswald’s was no longer just a bistro. It was the future. And Aurora Blake-Oswald was the voice that had finally given it a name.

LATER THAT EVENING. “Dinners ready.” Blake called to Melissa who had had a nap and a shower. Walking down the stairs with damp hair falling around her shoulders and her face Melissa could smell the scent of baked trout, her mouth salivating at the thought. An hour later with full stomachs Blake and Melissa retired to the couch with a full bottle of Malbec both slightly tipsy. “So I gotta know.” Blake considered for a minute asking Melissa what she saw in Brock. But quickly changed her mind.

Azrael said, as they walked out of the bedroom, kissing once more before walking in opposite directions. Blake headed to the insanely large kitchen that looked more like a cafeteria. The dining room was massive, with more tables than Blake cared to count. "Hello Sir Blake, can I help you find something?" the long dark haired vampire said, her eyes raking over his body as she smiled at him. "Yeah, I was hoping to grab another one of those croissant sandwiches and a glass of orange juice." Blake said, looking around as he took a step back. Not liking how close she was to him.

Angie thought angrily in her heart, but her voice was still soft and timid, and there was even a hint of tears in it, "Blake, are you alright? I just heard about Aunt Eva.” "Yes." On the other end of the phone, Blake replied indifferently, "Anj, I'm a bit tired. I'm hanging up now." "Blake, I …" Before she could finish her sentence, a busy beep came from the other end of the phone. At that time, Blake’s tall and big body was leaning on the balcony of his bedroom. In his hand was a goblet, and inside the cup was a blood-red wine. His gaze was very deep, so dark that it was terrifying. He took a sip of the wine and coughed softly. The door behind him made a slight sound, then Jace pushed the d

Alpha Blake was mixing coffee in the open kitchen when I walked in, and I stopped, my eyes wide ad I took in his image. He was in casual wear, a small crease in his brows. I just realized that I had never seen him go to work. He didn't look up to me till he was done, then slowly removed the cup, his eyes lifting to me. "What are you doing?"

The luna steps forward, "King Blake, we have rooms set up for you, your beta, and gamma. We will be hosting a dinner tonight in your favor." With a wave of my hand, we walk past them silently. The scent of waffle and pecan is all over this house. "She must be here," I say to my lycan. As he prances around like a pup in my mind, he repeatedly murmurs, "Mate, mate."

"Well, we need to wait a while before the coffee is ready." Blakely broke the silence in her kitchen with her slightly clumsy voice. To be honest she wasn't used to having guests in the morning. Especially in the kitchen. This seems very intimate and dangerous. "It’s okay. Want to get these foods out?” "Oh, of course." She moved to the kitchen cabinet that held the plates and cutlery. She had enough plates and cutlery for a hundred people. She is a fan of ceramic plates and can hardly resist the temptation to buy ceramic tableware when she is on a business trip with Marry Christin.

He was dressed in a suit, not a hair out of place as his eye brows furrowed in worry. “Blake what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked in annoyance as I hopped off the bench and bent down to help Dr. Hans up. “Man, Ace must have done a number on you for you to forget I own the restaurant above The Ring.” He said as he raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms. When we dated, my father and Blake partnered up on a handful of restaurant deals. That way our Mafia can conduct our illegal activity without the unnecessary attention to ourselves, while Blake makes a hefty profit.

As for who she is, I will find out all I need to know by the end of the night. I turn to find almost all the heads in the restaurant turned in my direction. They must've witnessed the debacle. I search the sea of faces for Ricardo. I find him still seated at our table, eying me with a roguish grin. The smug bastard. My blue eyed goddess does not realise she's got a tiger on her tail. One that does not intend to give up on his prey. You can run, my pet, but not for long. You will never be able to escape Blackstone.

Jasmine I adjusted my weight from foot to foot, feeling nervous under Damon's intense stare. "Same Mr Black" I broke the silence, trying to add some humor but he doesn't seem phased. His eyes still raked my body before they came back to meet my dark orbs. "I didn't think you could afford to dine at such a prestigious restaurant Jasmine" He spoke, a dominant tone dripping off his words. I internally scoff. He doesn't even know me and yet he's already judging me, who does he think he is!