Dusty Blake Alone Novels & Stories

That night, Blake was drinking some wine. The light from the laser lamp in the hall shone on his face and cast a shadow over him. After a while, Joel arrived. Then, he sat down next to Blake and patted his shoulder. "Why are you out here with us single folks on New Year's Day instead of at home with your wife?" "She wants a divorce." Blake's words were slurred as he took a swig from the wine bottle. He said mockingly, "I'm going to be single again soon."

Prepared. Focused. Blake stepped in front of me. Blocking my path. “Don’t do anything reckless.” I tilted my head slightly. “Define reckless.” “This,” he said. I almost smiled. The Line Between Us For a moment— Just a moment— Everything slowed. The tension. The noise. The war. All of it. And it was just us. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said quietly. I looked at him. Really looked. And for a second— I saw it.

JESSICA’S POV I didn’t expect to see him there. Not at that bar. Not that night. I was walking past with my friend. She had gone into a shop nearby to buy gum or something. I was bored as I waited for her to come out, so I walked closer to the bar entrance, thinking to myself if I could have just one shot before my friend came out and then I saw someone that looked so familiar, Blake. He sat all alone by the corner window. His head was down. There were empty glasses in front of him. He looked tired, lost and sad like a child who had either lost his games or upset his parents.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

Damon The door wasn’t locked and the house was dark and quiet. Blakely called me and said she needed me. It sounded like she was crying, but she hung up and wouldn’t answer when I called her back. I checked every room downstairs before heading upstairs. A soft sniffle and the glow of a light led me to the room at the far end of the hall. I spotted Blakely sitting against a wall. She aimed the gun at me when she saw me, but quickly lowered it when realization set in. I jumped as the gun clattered to the floor. Getting shot, no bueno.

“They don’t fucking need you. I exist now. I’m opening a new fucking dawn for them.” “How old are you?” “What?” “How. Old. Are. You?” Blake's jaw tightened. The amusement in his eyes flickered— just for a second— before settling back into that arrogant grin. “Twenty-six. Why? Planning my retirement party?” “You still have a long way to go. And you have enemies with no one on your side.” I looked at the woman beside him. He noticed it but he said nothing. Then I looked back at him. “I can help you.”

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

Qykerth stared up at her face and saw that she had dried tears on her cheeks and her complexion was pale. The words he wanted to scream never came and the little hope he had after last night was gone, his father left, cause his mother’s death and now, he was all alone. He had barely experienced life and had to face this, why? Just why? Clutching his head, his eyes turned hollow in shock and a painful cry broke from his lips. Frightened and angry, he let out all of his emotions that could be heard miles away gaining the attention of their nearest neighbour, an elderly Fae who lived in the woods behind them.

"I am my love, but I am for you, only you, and together we are going to conquer the whole world and be the masters of everything." "What if I tell you that I don't want that? I simply want you and me to love each other until eternity, I can take over the DarkVille factory, money and power won't be a problem, I think it's too risky what you're asking me now". Brenda abruptly released from his grip, and felt for a moment that anger invaded her, but she knew that alone she couldn't do it, so she took a deep breath, and before Gary's eyes, she undressed, not caring that they were in the main room of Gary's house.