Count Bleck Novels & Stories

"Because you're a daughter of the pack. You vanished into a human concrete jungle without a word, and your phone went dead. I came to see it with my own eyes. I just needed to make sure you were okay." The anger draining out of Thalia’s shoulders left her feeling strangely hollow. She wiped her hands on a scrap rag, looking away from his intense, familiar gaze. "I'm surviving, Kael. The city is loud enough to keep the noise out of my head." Before Kael could answer, the door to the glass office clattered open. "Hey, Thalia! The delivery truck just dropped off the brake pads for the— oh." Chloe skidded to a halt on the concrete floor, holding a cardboard shipping box against her chest.

Dave looked at Bleak. Both of them turned to look at Bleak. No one was looking at me. Bleak placed a bullet into the gun in front of everyone and then turned it around casually. He said, "I think we can make this game more interesting." As he spoke, he walked over to me. Dave immediately got nervous. "What are you doing! Don't hurt her!" I also looked at Bleak and didn't know what he was going to do. Bleak shook his head. "I won't hurt her. I am a businessman with integrity."

Across town, Kyle was headed into the office of one Dr. Paul Blunt. He needed to see what the fuck he was up against. Not that he saw the other man as competition, he wouldn't allow that shit. But he needed to get a look and feel for this guy to see what it was that she seemed to want to hold onto.

"Luke Bleak was serious after all." He grinned. Cool money cooling in his account. Since payment had been made, it was time to take action. He needs to deliver as soon as possible because Luke Bleak could do anything if he does not do something soon enough. Imagine, the Bleak against the Bleak. Some people aren't serious in life.

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.

Lennon asked raising an eyebrow. “My characters are going to be just fine,” Everly replied. “I was wondering, angel… Are you having plans for tomorrow night?” His hand went slowly up her thigh and Everly moaned slowly. “No, but… I’m extremely opened to suggestions…” Before either of them could say anything else, Rosalee walked over to them. “Guess what, Lenno? My agent just booked us for an appearance at the ‘Berklee Performance Center’ for tomorrow night.” Lennon sat forward.

There was no way out of this. “Let’s get started then.” Bilgrae said. At his cue, Skystorm blasted a really powerful wind at Matthew and Akame which forced them to split up. After regaining their footing, Matthew found himself facing Bilgrae, and Akame faced Skystorm.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"Did you Uber?" I nodded, scanning the room to try to spot Evan. "Long story—I'll fill you in later." Bea pulled both mine and jade's arms as she dragged us into the kitchen. "Let's get out drink on, bitches." I scrunched my nose as the strong smell of liquor flooded my senses. I shook my head when Bea held a drink out for me to take. "You know I don't drink." Bea sighed. "You're not DD tonight."

Bryar walked into the room and Blakeley hurriedly took the paper from Bryan and hid it. “What is going on?” She asked and Bryan didn't give a response, he looked at Blakeley one last time before walking out of the room. “What was that about?” Bryar asked and Blakeley smiled. “Nothing. Ignore him. What do you need dear?” Blakeley asked and Bryar smiled. “I was watching the television now and an advert popped up. It was a clothing brand and they have cute outfits for children. I want one.” She said and Blakeley nodded.