Romans & histoires Blazer Stray

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

He said with a seductive smile. “Well good for you, I was just about to head to our house for a minute to make a sandwich.” I said stepping around him. “Hey, cool I could eat can I tag along? We can get to know each other a little better.” He said, quickly stepping in front of me so I bump into him again. “Hey, stop doing that shit man, and I don’t think it’s….” I was saying just as I was interrupted “Hey Mina, we need to talk, excuse us.” Blaze stood beside me gently moving me away from Dradon who just smiled. “Um, excuse me we don’t have anything to talk about, and anyway me and Dradon was about to go back to my house so we could make some sandwiches you know the ones that your girlfrien

Stacey says, gasping as the man tightens his hold, nostrils flaring in anger that made her smile, a delirious smile making its way on her lips because she could see that he knew she was right, something she gladly points out. As her eyes begin to flutter, Blaze makes a strangled noise of frustration before letting her go, jumping out of his seat and starting a pace, searching for some kind of calm left in his burning soul. God, this woman really knew how to push his buttons. Catching her breath, Stacey watches him with a smug smirk, a hand running over her already bruising skin. “If you want, I’m still open to letting you take out some of that anger on me. It’s so much more fun with a little

I wear my black heels . I ask for a smoky nude makeup look and a messy braid to go along with my front bangs and fringes. As soon as I am done with my makeup and halfway through my hairdo, someone comes in. "Hey claire, I am Allyson from the crew and there's been an issue. I can understand if you want to quit but i really hope you don't since you are doing the absolute best. Please brace yourself." She rambles and my breath hitches.

"And do what?" "Shelby, it's getting dark, and the storm isn't letting up. Get your stuff and lock up your car. You can come with me to Columbia, and I'll bring you back to get your car later. I don't want you stranded out here, and I sure don't want to take any chances on who else might try to help you."

I felt his scorching gaze on my body though, it was so intense and I felt the sound that came off his throat from that gulp he couldn't avoid swallowing loudly. I was just wearing a velvet dress that clung so nicely to my body with one slit on the side. It was long enough stopping inches below my knees but the slit was all the way up to mid thigh. It also had spaghetti straps and an inbuilt bra that had nothing much to hide. If you ask me, I was decent. I was also wearing black velvety mules that matched my black dress. I chose black to match my mood since I wasn't planning to come if not for the sweet Anley's persistence but why was I melting? Maybe it was his gaze on my body, or was my cle

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

Soul’s Pact(special) +10 Ability points Congratulations! You’ve gained Master’s Trust Level 1!] Stanley just ignored the screen as he waited for the skill to take effect. It hasn’t been long when he sensed the person in his arms moved a bit. Byul shifted in his position as the wrinkling brows slowly relaxed. His face also seems to calmed down a bit as the pale complexion seems to brighten again. After sensing his breathing steadied, Stanley finally sighed in relief. At the same time, Winston’s group decided to went on the streets. The three people cautiously walked around with a gun in their pockets. This once lively street was now filled with scenes of desolation, damaged infrastructures ca

Muscle memory provided useful as her fingers moved on their own, unwrapping the pack and pulling one of the sticks out before placing it between her lips. The stray just stood there dumbstruck with his eyebrows knitted. He still had his hands up, watching Akira struggle to strike the lighter and fail time and time again. Sparks, but no flame. “Useless,” Akira uttered under her breath. She gazed up at the stray and he began to speak again. “My name…” he spoke slowly. Akira shook her head once more to cut him off and then turned to walk speedily to the kitchen.

I let myself dwell in the sadness, in the misery, and I— Suddenly, my vision went black. No, not literally black. It was dimmed and when I looked beside me, there was a stranger sitting beside me. As my vision were still blurry, not to mention that the sunglasses made it worse, I can't see his face clearly. Not that it actually made it worse. I'm thankful enough that he's helping me hide my face right now. The least thing he could do and he still did it.