Canvas On Blake Apartments Novels & Stories

Then a i heard a phone ring. It's his phone. "Excuse me, i have to take this call, I’ll be back in a minute," then he left his office. Right after he left, I let my eyes wander around his office. My neck almost cracked while I try to look at the back. This office is big! This is twice or more than twice the size of my house! His table is placed facing back the view of all the building and roads of Manila. If he turned back on his swivel chair, he’s gonna see the beautiful view of the lights of Manila at the night time because it’s glass!He also have a balcony where he can enjoy the cool breeze. He must be so rich! On the walls, he have so many expensive paintings. They’re so pretty. He also

“Someone removed you from the palace for me. That’s when I knew we were destined. Your anger toward Adrian made it easier.” The pieces fall into place. “I’m trying to understand where this is going, but you’re confusing me even more,” I say, dragging my fingers through my hair in frustration. Blake exhales slowly, like he has been holding everything in for too long. “The house I have in Athens isn't new; I’ve had it for a long time. I have an entire life here—a real business. But I ran that café just to be near you. I wanted us to come here to Athens and start a family together. That was the plan before Adrian came into the picture.”

I stepped into the beauty salon near campus, resignation letter ready in my bag. The moment the manager, Lily, spotted me, she grabbed my hand with a warm smile. "Belle, you can't quit! Where am I ever going to find another makeup artist as good as you? Just stay a little longer—please, just a little while more!" Her enthusiasm made it difficult to refuse. "Actually," she went on quickly, "there's a big job today. It's a high-paying group booking from a Great Eastern University student, a house call service. Do this one for me, I'm begging you."

“No, they moved out this morning. They live off campus now. They didn’t tell you?” Jane felt her heart sink. Why would they move off campus? It dawned on her suddenly. They’d done it for her. Ryan had told her that they were a package deal. All three of them. They’d moved so they could be together, all three of them. “I don’t have time to explain now but I really need to find them, it’s life or death,” Jane said. Cliff must’ve seen something in her eyes because he nodded his head. “They got a house over on Blakeley Road. It’s the last one in the cul-de-sac. It has a red door with the forest behind it.”

The apartment wasn’t new. It wasn’t fortified. It wasn’t even smart. It was just… theirs. One floor above a community arts co-op. One door down from a retired baker who played cello badly but with complete joy. The kind of building where no one blinked when someone screamed from a nightmare, or danced barefoot at 2 a.m., or cried in the stairwell. Cassian had signed the lease under a name that wasn’t filtered by legacy. And Eden Aria had painted the front door herself. Not metaphorically. With real brushes, chipped nails, and a color called burnt persistence.

Brad spoke up, digging in his pocket, “here, use this credit card to buy all the furnishings and appliances you need. There is no limit.” My jaw dropped. Yeah I wanted top notch furniture and appliance, and I was preparing how to ask for the funds, but I wasn’t expected to be handed a black credit card with no limit. “Our pack members deserve the best. Regardless of rank.” Jani said as she munched on her cheesecake. “Thank you. The residents are going to love their new homes.” We finished our cheesecake and Blake and I headed home. As we walked up the back porch, we heard whines coming from the tree line. I glanced over and saw Blaire and Leo. I cocked my head curious if something was wrong.

to her and she responded by rolling her eyes. "Anyways, since it's already set. If by the grace of God, Maddy finally agrees to move in, you can just use Blake's apartment while the building is under renovation. That way, you save money on rent, etcetera, etcetera, and voila, one big happy family, all thanks to cool Aunt Chelsea." She posed as if she were Captain Marvel or Wonderwoman. Chelsea has too much confidence in herself. This girl is really a handful at times. But she keeps me sane, just like Blake.

If I didn’t take proactive steps now, I would truly be the fool. I packed up all the designer stuff I’d been gifted over the years with the intention of selling everything, bit by bit, to make the money to pay back Raiden and continue ensuring my father’s safety. It didn’t matter, anyway. I told myself I wouldn’t actually need the apartment. That Mason would eventually come crawling back, realizing how good he had it. But that only happens in movies. This is no movie. *** The next day, Blake called me into her office. “I need you to assist with an ad shoot,” she said, barely looking up from her phone. “Urbanite is launching a new luxury campaign. It’s a big deal.”

I said immediately. Blake sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that you're Noah and Hedwig's mother, would I let you move in?" I was speechless. He looked down on me, and I really wanted to beat him up. "I have a lot of houses. If you don't want to live with me in the villa on the hill, you can live in the villa by the lake. We will be separated by several kilometers and won't meet each other often," Blake said indifferently.

Ethan followed his hands to the building before him. "Whoa,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes widening. Blake's house was very much larger than the others. A two stories talk building with gray painting and wide front windows. The driveway was packed with different expensive cars, a few parked crookedly along the curb like whoever had driven it had been in a rush. The floor underneath the two boys shook as music blasting faintly from inside. Ethan could see smoke curling past the cracks of the windows, fogging up the rooms they opened to.