Gilbert Blythe Novels & Stories

She waits another ten seconds, registers the quality of the stillness beside her — attentive, not restless, someone actually listening to the panel — and then looks. He is taller than she remembered. Or maybe she remembered him at thirty-four when she was already tired, and tired people don't fully register height. Dark hair, good suit — charcoal, not black, which is a choice that suggests he knows the difference — and the quality of someone who does not need to be seen to feel comfortable in a room. His badge reads: ETHAN COLE — COLE FAMILY PARTNERS, Washington D.C. Valentina looks back at the panel. Her heart is doing something she does not give it permission to do. She files this under no

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

I remember the name she gave me clearly. “I’m Mia Gilbert,” she had said. Her name rang in my mind long after she said it. It was beautiful, just like her face, just like her soul. I was fascinated. Curious. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to see her again. I even imagined spoiling her with money, I could tell she wasn’t well off. Poverty was written all over her. And I knew from experience, women like that never turned down money. They couldn't afford to.

She had confidence that she would be able to soothe him but the maids still tried to stop her either way. Meanwhile, Williams held on to a knife, it was more of a dagger and he angrily stabbed the bed while he imagined Damien being the one who he stabbed. He continuously stabbed the bed and imagined Damien screaming in pain while he put the dagger in and out of the bed but he didn’t care. It was at that moment that Danielle walked in.

I ask, trying to maintain a sweet tone despite my growing annoyance. Tim's smirk widens for a moment before he responds, "Oh, beautiful, your husband used to be skinny, had no friends and-" I cut him off before he can continue, unable to tolerate his insults any longer. "I thought ugly people can't be bullies," I interject with a sickly smile, watching as Tim's expression falters. "Are you this bitter because everyone finds you unlikeable or because no woman wants to go out with you?" I ask innocently, knowing full well the impact of my words.

Was he truly the same Calix who had given 150,000 dollars to save my mother’s life? Was this man truly the same dashing, handsome Calix Smith whom I couldn’t wipe out of my memory after only a single glance? What exactly had happened to him? How did he end up like this? “Calix, do you still remember me? I was Avery Morgan a few years ago, but I’m Blaire Willows now. I’m back. I came back to return your kindness. Can you hear me?” I held his bony hand exposed outside the quilt as I spoke softly.

He grinned satisfactorily, “bulls eye! You brilliant girl. No wonder the old man came to you.” The expression on Rashidat’s face went from that of terror to admiration. “Oh my God! This is fascinating. I have never seen a double before…I have only seen a vampire in the movies but here you are…” She said, standing up and looking at him in awe… Odin frowned as she was getting closer as if not a bit afraid of him… “You are magnificent…” She said, holding her hand closer to touch his face but Odin caught her hand suddenly. “Oh, don’t think I am a nice man like Ichabod, I am much worse, I can suck your blood right on this floor and let you die….” He threatened.

Hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack. One by one, of the warriors from the Crescent Moon closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordial wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone? Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare in his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high, face perked up with pride. Under estimating the results that may come.

Looking at Madelyn, James said smilingly, “We meet again, Ms. Gabriel.” Madelyn glanced at him and said, “I didn’t expect you to return so quickly. I thought you’d spend a few more days at Mount White with your lover Maxine.” James smiled. Looking at the man in a white coat, he said, “You must be the young master of the Blithe family.” Madelyn said smilingly, “Let me introduce Flynn Blithe, the young master and future head of the Blithe family. Though he’s young, he’s a highly skilled martial artist who’s reached the fourth rank. His future is bright.”