Blink Book Novels & Stories

I asked, opening another bottle. “How long have I known you?” I shook my head in resignation. I sometimes forget the bastard knows me more than anyone. And knowing him, he will keep asking until I yield. I took out my phone, swiped the screen until I came across Liam's pictures, and passed it to him. “I can see why your mind is f*cked up.” He observed quietly. “Lenses?” He asked, pointing at Liam's eyes. “ No,” I muttered with pride as he passed the phone back to me.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

There is a bold font that caught my attention right away. Minding what you are doing is the key to slow down time. Maybe, all you need is to put down your phone and focus on the experience. Setting away distraction makes moment feels eternal. I take out my phone and capture the bold font sentences, together with the hand-written note. I quickly shove my phone inside my pocket as I heard footsteps behind me. After putting the book back to its place, I turn around and see Rosie rolled her eyes. Also, that scary guy who is following behind her, with the same sour facial expression as earlier.

Zaviers hand went to his shoulder right when he went to stand up. I quickly turned around and power walked to the book because I could feel the need radiating off of him. Blake was looking at me with a soft smile that had me smiling more. I quickly looked throught the pages until I stopped on the page that read. 'Broken souls.' I wouldve been confused if I hadnt passed soul breaker a few pages back. I rubbed my hand over the page and watched as a gold ribbon slowly came out of the book. The ribbon twirled around Blake in a graceful manner. The ribbon slowly attacted itself to his body. "I cant move." Blakes panicked tone had me praying that this was right.

I heard that information from my friends. His mouth curved into a smile. "Yeah, admirably isn't it?" I smile back before nodding. "Is there anything that I can do for today?" I ask. Blake snap before turning his back at me and search for something. "Yeah, We have the simple recipe that you can easily learn here." Blake give me a thick old book. I frown. Does the owner of this book is a fan of gothic styles? "Is this our Boss's recipes?" I ask. Blake nodded his head.

My mind is spinning, still trying to process the secret we’ve just uncovered. Blake doesn’t miss a beat. He pulls out a small portable printer from his bag, connects it to his laptop, and begins printing out a few of the images. I watch, horrified and fascinated at the same time. “Now,” he says, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, “I make them aware someone knows.”

"Tell me why." "Just trust that I'm not going to do anything that you won't like," Blake said. "Hand, now." I slowly moved my hand out and watched Blake cautiously and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small circular piece of metal with a button on. He moved it towards my wrist and held it above the silver bracelet that prevented me from accessing any private files on the computer and tracked my every technological move. Blake pressed the button and suddenly the bracelet snapped open and fell to the ground. I looked up at Blake with wide eyes. "Why?"

Open your damn eyes. For a agonizing few seconds, there was only static. Then, deep within the frozen machinery of the bond, a tiny, microscopic spark flickered. It was weak, fragile as a spider’s web, but it was there—a faint, distant echo of a heartbeat. Thalen’s fingers twitched against the cobblestones.

Blake. Blake wasn’t sure what was more ridiculous—the fact that he had been studying all morning or the fact that he actually cared about impressing Amelia. Not that he’d ever admit it cause if Charlie found out, he’d never let it go. Blake leaned back in his chair, flipping another page in the physics textbook he had borrowed from the school library. His room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of his pen against paper. The notes he had scribbled looked nothing like his usual ones—this time, he was actually paying attention to what he wrote instead of just doodling in the margins.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.