Dusty Blake Alone Novels & Stories

Vivian's mother didn't even like her daughter, much less her granddaughter. She refused to let Desiree attend school. Then, she even abandoned her in the countryside and left her to fend for herself. In contrast, Andy was an extremely diligent student. His grades were always among the highest in the class. Four years later, I came across a news report on TV. A man with the surname Larkin was shopping with his wife and daughter when a woman struck his head with a rock. Despite efforts to rescue him, he died shortly after. The incident was suspected to be a crime of passion.

As I gather my bearings, I'm met with the sight of a truck blocking our path. Panic courses through me like a bolt of lightning, my heart hammering in my chest. My gaze locks on the man who emerges from the truck, clad in a black suit. His words slice through the air, addressing George directly. "Mr. Stanley, hand me over this lady and leave. Our target is her. We won’t hurt you." The pit in my stomach deepens, and I instinctively look at George, desperate for a sign of his next move. Is he going to leave me here and run away for his life?

But now, he seems to be doing better, at least somewhat, laughing more easily and even asking, just yesterday, if he could invite Lily over to play, a small, ordinary request that had nearly brought tears to my eyes with how much it meant to hear him wanting something so simple again. Blake, on the other hand, didn't speak to anyone or even make eye contact. He simply stared as if he were the only person in the world, completely alone in the room, and no amount of gentle coaxing from any of us seemed to reach whatever quiet, closed-off place he'd retreated into.

“You will fail.” “You will break.” Ethan dropped to one knee. The silver light flickered violently. The darkness pressed harder. “You are alone,” it said. --- The Truth Silence. Then— A voice. Not the Heart. Not Ethan. Raven. Faint—but there. “We’re with you.” Then— Lucian. “Always, kid.” Then— Kael. “Focus. You’re not alone.” The connection— Still there. Weakened. Distorted. But not broken.

I shouted while untangling Ken's hands as I tried to walk, but my stomach hit something, making me stumble, but I stand again while collecting myself as I proceed to walk, shouting for his name. "Konan! He's... H-he's not here. We didn't see him anywhere, we tried to search for every room, but we didn't see him!" He tried to explain, but I don't give a f*ck right now. Blake is here, maybe he's just hiding. "BLAKE DAWSON! If you don't get out of wherever you are, I swear to God, I won't talk to you anymore!" I screamed but got nothing. Blake's POV:

he utter. I don't know how I was able to look at him. No matter how much I want to cheer him up, I can't. Because I feel the same way. I feel like I'm getting burned, it wasn't like that before. But it felt melancholic. Maybe that was the hardest thing to end with. Finding yourself alone, with the alluring night sky, admitting you lost everything. "I didn't want it. But I can't do nothing. She's have an hour left. She'll be stronger if she's there, Rahym .." his voice broke.

"Then Charlotte's right. Either way, she's already won. Because even if Carly doesn't leave you, you'll never forget that your wife didn't care." Blake fought back the sting of tears, hot and bitter behind his eyes. He had never felt so alone. So exposed. So completely unloved. "Got any last words of wisdom before I go throw my life away?" he asked Gideon, managing a bitter smile. "Yeah. We already know you're gonna cry—so might as well cry in a Ferrari." Blake pressed his lips together, shut his eyes for a second, then pulled himself off the couch with whatever strength he had left. His path from there was short and direct.

‘Your snow is pretty, Talia. ‘Thanks, dove.’ I bite the inside of my cheek. Blake takes us at a ground-eating clip, no victory song, no speech, just breath and boots and people to get home to. He’s different in ways that matter and mean where he needs to be. Soft where he can be. Nicholas matches his stride, Alpha in every way that counts, and change is every way he needs. When he glances back for Ruby, his face changes, just a hair. There’s a man there my mother would have tried to break. We won’t let her near him again.

She didn’t seem to be very happy at the moment. “Were you trying to kill me you lil’ shit? As soon as I get my energy back, I’m gonna fuckin’ cut you up into little pieces and . . . man, I’m tired,” Drake said with a huff, sort of getting off the ground to stand. Thanks to Leslie and Luke’s help. “Sorry, bro. I was running and then I bumped into—” Blake began to explain. I was standing behind him. All of their attention was fully on Drake that they hadn’t noticed me yet.