Blake's Kitchen And Bar Novels & Stories

“I was almost there, and something stopped me, so Fantom went instead. He went through the top balcony. Mom has a man now! And not just any man, a Dark Fae Warrior!” “What?” I was happy for her and shocked at the same time. “Is she ok?” “I’ve never seen her more happy.” Blaise eased into the barstool at the end of our long oak kitchen bar, running a hand through his hair, still half-wild from the wind. His jacket hit the back of the chair, leather creasing with the weight of the night. The smell of rain and motor oil clung to him. I waited while he cracked the top of the beer and took a long drink; his eyes were distant.

I’ll remember that the next time she grows bored and starts using me as a paper airplane target again, which will likely be sometime tomorrow. “General,” Blake says in greeting, reaching into a smooth, pale wooden cabinet above a sink made entirely of copper. I know he designed this house from the bottom up. He talked about it often with Alex, the vampire who’s married to his eldest child–Skye, I believe is her name. My memories of that trip into the unknown with two men I barely knew still ring fresh in my mind, and to be completely honest, I appreciate Blake’s company. He’s a dry, monotone, straightforward man.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE~ "And what did you find?” “I don’t have much—yet,” Weapon replies. “But he’s interesting. Blake is a mob boss. Controls one of the underground clubs in the city. Officially? He owns a quiet little café in Aurelis but one of his men is in charge of it currently.” I let out a slow breath. I knew there was more to him, but he’s so quiet that you’d never guess what he’s hiding.

I held off, not wanting to really endanger my sisters’ mates. “If it’s for getting your mate back, we’re in.” Fritz nodded, eager to help. “We have it set up now to get people into the pack house of the Black Haven wolves, we just need professionals who know what they are doing. They had a fire, provided by Melody, in their kitchen and need remodelers to fix it.” Frank and Fritz caught what we were planning then, both smiling wickedly. “Well, I guess we won’t be making the pack bond today if we still want to keep our rogue cent then.” Fritz smiled, liking the idea of getting into mischief.

Anyway I diverge. Right now, I’m seated at a booth in one of the Luminary rooms, that’s styled exactly like a restaurant, complete with the whole menu and food sales. Mr. Blake’s having breakfast with a man I’ve never seen before at the booth close to mine, talking about some experimental drug that’s scheduled to hit the market soon. “So what do you need, Mr. Johnson,” Mr. Blake asks at the end of the man’s speech.

Blaine called from the door. "Sugar lump" Ulan called sweetly, her eyes straining at her system. "Want some coffee?" He asked, showing her the other cup in his hands. Micheal walked in and dropped a cup of coffee in her front patting her shoulder and wink at her. Blaine adjusted himself and hurried out. "I think I need eyeglasses. '' Ulan smiled and faced her system back. **** (Diamond high....) "Good morning beauty" Trevor said and sat down beside Nora.

I love this place. Blake had this place set up with permission from his dad while he was still in high school, a few years back. It was like a hidden secret garden back here. Beautiful ponds, trees, plants, and flowers were planted everywhere. It's even better at night because of the beautiful lighting he had placed everywhere.

I used to think her version of a future was as bleak as her taste in fashion, or anything but two weeks ago, that changed. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead. Blake was right there standing by the stove, his back to me. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants that clung to his hips in a way that should have been illegal. He was flipping an egg with a spatula, his movements fluid and precise, like he was a professional chef in some five-star kitchen instead of a guy making breakfast in a suburban ranch house. The morning sun streamed through the window, catching the sheen of sweat on his skin.

I felt confused, and there wasn't even any work from Krystal's family's company that I could do. I chose to go for a drive to relieve myself. I drove without thinking specifically about where I was going. Until accidentally, my eyes caught the familiar figure of a man. I frowned at the figure of Blake, who had just come out of a shop that sold a complete pastry and bakery equipment and ingredients. "Aren't Krystal and I both not eating at home anymore? Is Blake not confused about his basic duties as a chef? Why would he buy that many ingredients? Spending time experimenting with new recipes?" I wandered alone in the cabin of my car.

Abigail replied. "Well, this is one of my upscale bars. Serving the company's signature drinks." Blake informed, smirking proudly. "Oh..." She trailed off. He just introduced her to a bit of him right? Abigail thought as she raised the glass to her mouth. And she could swear she has never seen anyone act as professional as he did a minute ago. "You do not need to pay; I already informed them," Blake said, drinking the remains of the liquors. "Thanks." Abigail mouthed, watching him as he rose to his feet.