Blink Book Novels & Stories

I get up and sit next to him and he grabs me in close. I use the app on my phone to send the first light buzz to Blake's prostate. Blake gasps immediately "Oh wowww" his eyes widen and shut and widen again "oooh fuck" I up the vibrations a couple of notches and Blake tenses up "Too much" he gasps and I let it go back to a light buzz. He breathes a side of relief "I want to try it" Louis states "You're gonna have to wait till it's out of my ass buddy" Blake says with his eyes closed

Liana’s POV I burst into Blake’s room. He’s draped in an armchair by the window and doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading—the blue tome with stars on the spine that he took from my chambers. “Please, do come in, little rabbit.” He flicks to the next page. “No need to knock.” “He’s hurt. You need to come. Now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Wolfsbane.” His expression is unreadable, but he gets up.

John shrugged. "You could've just let me go." Bonnie said. "No can do, sweetheart. Anyway, Lorenzo asked me to give you this." John stuck his hand out, holding a white cane. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. "You do realize I am blind, right? I literally don't know what 'this' is supposed to be. John sighed and grabbed Bonnie's hand, placing the cane in her hand. "It's a white cane." He said. "Lorenzo thought you might need it." Bonnie nodded. "Thank you." She whispered. John bid his goodbye and walked out the room.

Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up. Light. Fire. Distraction. Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighter Heavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.

But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 73]

Chapter 149: Clues Solar lights illuminated the path as Blake and Shasta walked hand in hand toward his cabin. Bear snuffled along ahead of them, stopping at a spot just off Blake's deck. Blake's brow furrowed as he spied the small white objects that had captured Bear's interest. He stooped and picked them up. "Do you smoke?" he asked Shasta. "No," she frowned, "why?" He frowned at the cigarette butts in his palm. They were unfiltered and as he turned one over, he saw blue print against the white paper: Players Medium Navy.

It looked like a halberd, but shorter, with a polished wood handle, and engraved from top to bottom. The spike and axe were made of a bluish material that shone brightly in the sun. Nio thought for a moment that the glow of the weapon was very similar to the glow of the leaves of the tree he had created last night. But that thought was soon forgotten. The goblin just stood there, silent, with no indication that he intended to move out of their way. Shieena leaned closer to Nio and whispered: “Be careful. This goblin is the war chief of the

Blair cocked her eyebrow at me, seeing straight through my facade, past my fractured ego at giving up, and right to the fear. Fear was something I was very good at ignoring, but not this time. Blair snagged the book that held my prophecy, flipped through it, and turned it toward me when she found the page she wanted. “This guy?” I looked down, studying the black and white picture of Bram. He looked ever so slightly younger, but that could have just been because of his fashion sense at the time. “Yep.”

Grabbing a cold cup of coffee, she sat at the little broken down table and fished one of her stories out of the box, ready to transfer the words from paper to machine. She read the little booklet that came with the computer and was a little flummoxed to find that she needed Internet connection to set the thing up. "Well crap." That was a little disconcerting after the high she'd been feeling only a minute ago. Then she remembered that there might be a way.

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.