Dusty Blake Alone Novels & Stories

Sooner or later he’ll have to come clean, something he dreads with all his being. He didn’t know what he dreaded more, showing Mark whatever is under the surface or telling Mark what had happened to him, either way, it wouldn’t be pleasant and Mark would never forgive himself, Ever. ***** Blake found himself standing on a cliff, the ocean below was a vast mass of rolling black water. The moon was nowhere to be found and the only thing to keep him company were the stars twinkling against the backdrop of the sky.

We had left his house five minutes back. "I think an hour, if there is no traffic." He replied. "Blake how are you so rich? Like this is the first time I saw how much you are loaded. How come no one knows about it?" "Cali, when you go home, search my surname up. Okay?" Blake said and turned on the radio. The first song that comes up is Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. Before Blake could change the station, I hit his hand. "Let it be." I warned. I then started signing from where it began. "My name is Blurry face and I care what you think.......Wish we could turn back time."

Abigail wondered as she continued to strip dance but Blake's gaze wasn't on her any longer, as he was now focused on drinking and smoking. Seems like tonight is a failure like every other day!

only her. Jade's POV That was amazing, I guess I can check kitchen sex off the list. I looked over at Blake as he pulled his sweatpants up, his back decorated with new marks and some of them cut deep enough that they were starting to bleed, "I really think I should trim my nails." I said. He walked up to me and took my hands in his, "I thought we already talked about this." he smiled. "Yeah but you're bleeding."

I question. Blake smiles tiredly. "Yes." He then cracks his shoulders before relaxing against the table once more. "How are you holding up after losing your mate? If you don't mind me asking. I heard the entire story from Daisy yesterday, about the teachers sending him back to hell and murdering his human side." There is an ache in my chest, constantly. But I'm not planning on telling that to anyone. I'm lonely, though. Talking with Blake is probably a good idea since I haven't seen Alina around.

He walked to stand next to me, and wrapped his arm around my waist possessively. "Sure, that's great," Blake replied, sarcastically to Dylan. "Leila, can we talk?" Blake asked me directly, completely ignoring Dylan. "She's my mate," Dylan growled. "Dylan, let me talk to-" "No!" Dylan said sharply, completely cutting me off. 'What's wrong with me talking to Blake alone? Don't you trust me?' I asked Dylan through our mind link. 'He wants you. I don't care if he's helpings with Nicolas. I don't want him near you, especially alone,' Dylan replied.

One bright square in the middle of shadows. He was alone out there. Blake. Sweat soaked through his shirt. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead. He skated hard, circled back, and fired again. Missed. He cursed under his breath. He didn’t see me. Good. For a second, I just watched. This was not the Blake everyone else knew. Not the loud captain. Not the man who filled interviews with sharp smiles and easy words. This one looked… worn. I stepped closer to the glass. “You’ll ruin the boards at this rate.”

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

Her thumb hovered over the send button. She added one more line for good measure: “I just feel so alone…” Send. The message was delivered instantly. The familiar “read” notification didn’t appear. Tally kept refreshing, waiting, growing more anxious by the minute. To distract herself, she scrolled through Blake’s most recent public appearance. He had attended a high-end charity gala the night before. Alone. Or rather—not with her. Paparazzi photos showed him standing off to the side, sipping wine, deep in conversation with an older businessman. But what caught Tally’s eye was the unmistakable glimmer of hesitation in his eyes when asked about Eva.

“I wanted you to remember on your own.” “What the fuck? You let me feel guilty for something I didn't do. You knew the truth and you didn't say anything.” She said, sounding upset. “Go get some rest, like I said earlier, we have a lot to do tonight.” He replied ignoring her rant and he walked out of the suite. Blakeley sighed and walked to the bed, she took off her shoes and lay on it. Thinking about what Dante did to Stacey, she let out a sigh, her memories were still a little blurry and she couldn't recall what happened next after Dahte saw her.