Blake Silva Novels & Stories

"Someone else." Ethan felt his heart squeezing. "Everyone else, I'm Blake Thompson. Quarterback. Golden boy. Whatever," Blake went on, letting out a quiet bitter laugh. "But with you…" He looked up at Ethan. "I can just be myself." Ethan didn't know what to say to that, so instead, he moved his hand slowly over the bleacher until his fingers touched Blake's. Blake looked at him immediately, and their hands touched, none of them pulling away. For a few moments, that was all they needed.

Yeah, that’s a lot to decipher from just one glance, but I’m panicking and I’ve always been somewhat paranoid. “It’s nothing to worry about.” Said another, Silas Black I believe was his name, though I wasn’t entirely sure. He had night night black hair, and eyes that could put ravens to shame, he was handsome, in a bad boy kind of way, his nose, left eyebrow and both sides of his lips pierced. “Just looking for you on the database, can’t say we remember you.” “I won’t be on there.” I whisper softly, my entire body tense in the arms of Kaelin. “I never registered.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Jake and Mike looked at each other and frowned. "Do you know Zachary Silva? What is his relationship with Anderson Silva? Are they family?" Mike asked, starting to get curious. The manager shook his head. "I do not think so. Zachary Silva is one of the wealthy entrepreneurs who has been our regular customer for years. Even though he never comes himself, his people come to buy on his behalf," said the manager, explaining in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Have you met him?" Mike asked again, and the manager shook his head.

But, I wasn’t as stupid as to give them any information that could lead them to anything personal about me, not anymore anyway. Blake wrapped his hand around my arm, stopping me from taking a step forward as he pushed me back to look at him “we are not one of your workers, and you do not get to speak to us as if we were” “Funny part is, it was YOU who chose to not want to speak to me, and not to mention that it was you who gave me the cold shoulder. Anyhow, I have work to finish and if you have nothing important to say, I would rather not think of whatever stupidity you’re going to talk to me about, because I know what you’re going to ask about” I said, taking a step back, removing my arm fr

Kyle taunted him. "Victoria is a fucking bitch, una troia, while my true mate didn't had her first kiss, she waited for her mate instead of being a greedy slut, so don't say that she can't be confident because she can and I believe in her." Blaze said through his gritted teeth and left the restaurant, leaving his family in stupefaction. (A whore.) He sniffed to find his mate and smiled when he felt her close to the restaurant, he knew that she wouldn't leave him alone.

I yelled. “Tara...” His eyebrows knitted, staring at the timer in the smartphone. “I’m serious, Blake. Who are you?” My nostrils flared as I screamed in anger. “I’m Blake... Brian Blake Williamson, and I’m sorry for lying to you, Tara. When you told me you hate rich people, I didn’t have the courage to tell you who I really was. I was scared you will run away...” He shut his eyes tight. “Tara, please, let’s talk. I... I...”

" Again.....we are still losers ! " said Silva with an angry expression . " Why would we consider losers ?! Have you forgotten what the king said ?! We are the perfect fit for the right and left hand of the future heir . This makes us the second in power after the heir . Is a good outcome in comparison with nothing , right ?! We aren't losers , we are still the winners . " said Browen . Silva didn't care much about the heir position . She only wanted to win it because if she did , she would be able to live free from the claws of her greedy mother , brother and father .

3% Second place. Not even a tight second. Her heart didn’t drop—it cracked. Clean, sharp, like ice under weight. Behind her, Nia was scrolling the same screen. “I’m going to fight someone.” “I’m going to code a virus,” Ave muttered. “Just for Westhill.” “Not worth it,” Nia said. “Raven probably has malware for breakfast.” The door opened. She didn’t have to look to know who it was. Blake walked in, hoodie slung over one shoulder, sipping a green smoothie. Too calm. Too chill. As if they hadn’t just gotten bodied in public.

a voice drawled behind me, rich and smooth, “I expected you to be taller.” I turned. Silas Reign strolled toward me like he owned the skyline. He wore a deep charcoal blazer over a silk-black shirt, unbuttoned just enough to toe the line between bold and obscene. His hair was slicked back, his shoes polished to a knife-sharp shine. He extended a hand, smile sliding into place like it had been rehearsed. “Damian Blackwood. In the flesh.” “Silas Reign,” I returned, shaking his hand. His grip was firm. Confident. No rings. No hesitation.