Dusty Blake Alone Novels & Stories

Blake was staring down at his phone like it held the secrets of the universe, with his other hand holding an uneaten samosa. "Bye, Ruby, you can empty the tip jar tonight." She winked, like it was her turn that she was giving up to me. "Lake, we'll talk later." "Sure, tell Quince I said hi." Blake didn't even look up once. "Will do." And she was gone within a second. The air had gone thick and awkward and I wished the place was packed with customers to distract us but the only customers inside presently was a middle aged couple by the window seat currently engrossed in deep conversation over a plate of brownies.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

I gathered myself and asked Darius. He looked away with a sad faraway look on his face. "I think you have overstayed your visit. Please leave me alone," he murmured and I saw a tear glint in the corner of his eyes, my heart sank into my guts. "Okay, thanks for the info, I'm leaving now," I turned around and hastily walked out of the mansion feeling numb by Darius's confession. Why did Blake kill his cousin's mate? I got into Sue's car and slammed the door, " please take me home now," I said breathlessly. She frowned.

I am not tearing down my walls for anyone again. You want to know what is inside. Climb. -a.a |I R I S| Blake is standing in front of me, dressed in a casual outfit that includes a black jeans and black jacket over a white shirt. His hairs look a bit messy and there is that smug smile in his face. Not again. "Can we stick with the dream part?" I tried but he only chuckled in response as if I was joking. I was not. Before he settled down on the seat right beside me.

Each dish I cleaned felt like an anchor, keeping me from drifting into the silence that hung heavy in the air. At the counter, Damien Blackstone sat alone, hunched over a glass of whiskey. He cradled the glass in his hands, rolling the cool weight between his fingers. The ice shifted and cracked softly, a quiet echo in the stillness. Damien stared into the amber liquid, his brow furrowed, lost in thought. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, careful not to linger too long. He didn’t need an audience right now. Or maybe he did. I couldn’t tell.

I just let her be since she deserves to unwind as much as I do. "Dude, does your mate have a sister?" Blake, another blockmate of mine, asked me. I raised an eyebrow at him, "She's an only child. Why?" He groaned, looking disappointed, "Aww. She's gorgeous as hell, dude! I bet if she has a sister, she'll also look gorgeous." My grip on the shot glass tightened at what he said. But I didn't let my annoyance get the best of me. "Fuck off, Blake," I said.

“What is this? I don’t warrant a conversation now.” Tally pulled her arm from his grip. “Don’t ever touch me again. After cheating on me and then almost attacking me outside my townhouse that last time. You are lucky I don’t kick you in the nuts.” She was shaking on the inside, but she didn’t let him see it. “I’m pretty sure you have been told to leave me alone.” Blake gave a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I was, but I don’t see him, do you? Plus, I’m here with the guys from work. He doesn’t control where I go. Its a public place.”

The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, but it added a sense of loneliness. At this time, in a business club in the city, the noisy music was blocked by a door outside the private room. Inside the compartment, Blaky Sudan leans against the sofa, with dark eyes and a glass of red wine in his hand, but Blaky Sudan just turns gently without taking a drink. The disturbance in his heart made his mind restless, and Kacy's figure was always lingering. "Blaky Sudan, do you want to suffocate me by not saying a word this evening?" Heven Icy said with angry eyes.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

Blake~ I will. Mr. Gordon~ do it at the party. Blake~ okay. Mr. Gordon~ Go to Abby's house before 6 am. Give her a ride to school. Blake~ okay. Mr. Gordon~ David is gone. **** I was staring at the screen and thinking of what to do next when I heard footsteps approaching from a distance. I looked out the window and saw the elders of the pack. “Where is Blake?” one of them asked as they entered the cabin. “He's in lockdown high,” I said nervously.