Blake Silva Novels & Stories

He clearly regretted letting his prize slip away before he’d fully broken it. "The past is a different country, Blake," I said, my voice like dry ice. "Tastes evolve. Just look at yours." The jab hit home. Everyone in the pack knew his current flame, Talia Brooks, was a sharp-edged downgrade from a Mercer. Blake had been drowning his ego in whiskey lately, haunted by the whispers that he’d traded a diamond for a shard of glass. "Ivy, maybe you haven't heard," Blake said, trying to regain the lead. "Talia had a... complication. The pregnancy is over."

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

“Everything okay?” “Mhmm” I glanced sideways discreetly at Blair and he seemed to be noticing her for the first time. “Davian, it’s so hard to get hold of you” Blair screeched in what she thought was her seductive voice and I had to control myself from laughing over my drink. “Who are you?” Davian asked with a frown and satisfaction bloomed in my chest as an embarrassed choke escaped her mouth. “Mr Grey, My name is Silas Hill and this is my fiancée, Blair Thompson”

He is very good when it comes to blackmailing. “What is it, Marina? Who was that on the phone?” Sly stood up from the bed and asked. “It was Silva” “The same Silva? As in Silva the Don?” “Yes” “What did he want?” “To attend a party and watch someone” “Is that all he needs?” “I hope so. I do not intend to kill anyone tonight”

But then, he paused abruptly and turned back to face me with a small, expectant smile now playing on his lips. “Excuse me, Miss.” He said, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “If you won’t mind, can I take a selfie with you? My wife is your biggest fan. She works for a media house too and says you’re her role model.” I furrowed my brow tighter, feeling even more lost than before. “I… I don’t know.” I managed to paste a small polite smile on my lips. “I think you’ve got the wrong person…” “Aren’t you Sienna Blake?” He asked me and I nodded in confirmation. “The creative director of the Montogomery Holdings’ recent marketing campaign?”

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“He tried to keep you safe through everything, Lea. He didn’t want you getting too engaged in something that he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle. He didn’t want you to fall…” “He pushed me down a cliff, an endless cliff, one that I can’t seem to find a way out of. The man doesn’t even care nor did it make a difference…” “He wouldn’t have known that he was going to die, Lea.” He said, stopping me. “Cosimo played the game that none of us is strong enough to go through alone. He has no soul, and I think that you don’t need to be told about what to do when it comes to…”

Shadow ~ Livingston Cry ~ Benson Boone Adea Silence. Absolute silence. I couldn’t even hear his breathing. One glance at his chest proved he hadn’t taken a breath since the words left my mouth. I waited for his answer, but his next breath was all I got before he lifted me up. Supporting my weight, he turned and walked to the sectional. With him leaning back, it felt good being in his arms for this conversation. “Of all the things you could ask…”

I need to focus on myself. I remain quiet. My stomach does the answering and he laughs. His expression slowly changes into a glare, and he begins to do his voodoo of heating the room. “ I don't believe that you don't know what about your brother's business.” His tone is fierce. I remain composed, “Why Because he is my brother and I expect to know everything that goes on in his life,” I nearly laugh at how true this statement is. Well, it's half the truth, I don't know what Ethan does during the times that he goes quiet on me. Most times we don't have the best communication, and it's better this way, it keeps both of us safe.