Novel & Cerita Blake Silva

I'm about to walk out when I turn around and say "Don't tell him where I've gone or I will castrate you Toni," He raises his hand in surrender and I walk out the door. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the late update Computer charger broke plan on posting two more today Blake is played as Christopher Mason at the top Also next chapter in Luca's POV

It was just sanctioned, feral violence on skates. Silas wore the captain’s sweater, his skate blades leaving sprays of white slush and violent bruises in his wake. And right on his tail was Drake—the Bloodmoon pack’s captain. A massive, foul-mouthed Alpha with scarred knuckles, yellow teeth, and a reputation for snapping ankles. Drake came up fast behind Silas, slamming his stick hard against Silas’s bare skate boot. SLASH. Silas’s ankle buckled, but he kept his feet, spinning around with a dark, terrifying growl.

His eyes curved, resembling that of a fox as he said, “I’ll go on the mission with you this time then.” “Okay. You can send me the address and the information about the wealthy businessman on my cell phone. I’ll hang up now.” Sienna was about to hang up after she was done speaking, but Blake suddenly changed his usual indifferent tone and said in a deep and perceptive voice, “Sienna, I’ve partnered with you so many times, but I’ve always just been behind the scenes. I’m really looking forward to it now that we’re going to be working side by side.”

She tried to look casual but at the same time was making all efforts not to be recognized. "Sorry, I'm late," a voice from behind prompted her. She turned and saw Blake. He was rough looking and almost as handsome as Ethan. But not perfect for her. He sat down and got right into the business. "So, the Browns. They have a history of being shrewd. I've got all that. I've been watching them closely. I live in the same neighborhood." He was talking really fast. Sofia listened keenly. She thought Blake to be creepy. But that was just what his profession was all about. Blake pulled out something from his inside chest pocket. At first, Sofia was scared. Maybe it was a gun. This would have been her

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

He chuckled and said, "Tone down your voice." Drake let out a long sigh before casting an eye across to Emily. He gave her a little head shake before gently petting her pallid hand. Damn it! There is an issue with the Alpha, who appears to have a problem with his stray. ’ Dillon had this concept about the beta. He considered asking him for more but ultimately decided against it. After Drake had finished speaking, Dillon maintained his silence. “Dillon?” "Yes, alpha?" Drake sighed. He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?"

Donovan's anger burned hot within him even though he was silent. Boma was knee deep in fear. In the past, she would have gotten a slap by now. She knew that. And she was scared, hoping her actions had not triggered his bad side. She was truly sorry and didn't know how to communicate it to him. Even his silence right now frightened her more. So, she kept crying beside him, her voice soft as Phillip continued to drive. "I-I was- I didn't want you to find out." She managed to explain, unable to bear the silence any longer.

Got paired with a check-in buddy. That buddy? William. For almost two years, I thought he was a girl. His profile pic? A pink bunny. Username? "Angel." In the beginning, "she" barely acknowledged my existence. But I got it. We didn't stay quiet because we wanted to. Sometimes life just sucker-punched the words out of us. We might not say much. It didn't mean we didn't need someone. So I kept texting. Tiny slices of my life. Voice notes. Stupid pics. Random videos.

The reporter stepped onto the stage and took the microphone from the host's hand. "Dr. Rivers, I'll answer your question shortly." She turned to face the audience. "Hello everyone, I'm Tara Mitchell, a reporter and one of the organizers of this event. Next, we'll be playing a message left by our body donor." The large screen on stage began to display footage. In the video, I sat on a beach, looking toward the camera. "Hello everyone, I'm Julian Rivers. I love sunshine, the sky, and the ocean, so as you can see, isn't the sea behind me beautiful? Actually, I wanted to visit the beach with my parents for a vacation.

"I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword pack. I reject you, Annie, as my mate. Everything between us is done." "Damon?" I blurted, my face washed with tears. "Do you really want to do this?"