Gilbert Blythe Novels & Stories

Blythe Gibson never knew that one single mistake would cost her two things. Her job that she used to keep her and her brother afloat, and the life of the most powerful tycoon in her city. But life had other plans for Blythe, when she saw something she shouldn't have. She ended up in a territory she only saw in fairytales—One which was ruled by Ronan Canavaro, king of the vampires. If she tried to escape, she'd suffer a fate worse than being behind bars. The question is no longer whether she can escape the mystical world she was plunged into, but can she save herself from the secrets and danger that awaited her in the hands of the vampire king?

Clayton asked “your horrible at making up nick names” “You know.. One of King arthur’s most trusted Knights. that loved queen Guinevere but could never have her .. Your my Lancelot, you may want me but you definitely unworthy to have me.” I sassily retorted as I heard laughter from the kitchen . I cautiously strode in the kitchen as the glorious smell of breakfast hit me.Blythe stood at the stove making the most mouth watering breakfast. My stomach rumbles loudly making its presence known. ”I love her already. .. I definitely approve and sorry about “flavor of the week”comment I just not use to Clayton’s dating “ Blythe stayed proudly . I didn’t know what Blythe meant to Clayton but it was

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Once inside, he spoke in a cold, controlled voice: “Viola, I’ve done some research, and I found some very interesting things. You may think that because I’m blind, I wouldn’t know who and what you are. Tsk, tsk. Do you even know who I am? Because if you did, you wouldn’t have dared cross paths with me, let alone mess with my wife.” Viola stayed silent for several moments before responding.

Nightmares makes her lose her appetite. She went to her father’s class as she does not have any motivation to go to her elective and Lyra entered the room but Catherine ignored her. Brittany went to sit beside her and still trying to appeal to Catherine because of her mother’s connection. “Seemed like someone ditched you because someone already got the role.” Catherine felt insulted by the apologetic expression of Brittany. She was going to say something but her father arrived. ‘Good morning class” Catherine’s father greeted and everyone greeted back.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

She probably didn’t want to upset her. She opened the door on her way out, but stopped as soon as she had one foot past the threshold. Lydia was gone. There was no sign of the tiny woman anywhere within the area and Kylie was certain she was indeed far from here because in her stead was none other than the blond giant that had been doing a number on her thoughts. He was leaning against a wall across from her, his large biceps crossed against a broad chest, as soon as he saw her, he pushed himself off the wall and took a cautious step forward.

Bilgrae recognised who it was. It was Sara Whitegate. From her clothing, it seemed that she had been fighting with all her might before she even came here. However, her breathing was calm and stable as if she was not worn out at all. Sara was checking on Harold’s pulse and his breathing. She let out a sigh of relief. “Hah, he’s still alive.” Sara stood up and faced Bilgrae. Her sword was ready in her hand. “Who are you?” She asked. “You are the first to ask my name before attacking. In that sense, I suppose you have more moral than those pathetic knights. I am Bilgrae, fourth son of the Scarlett King.”

Alessa egged on. Kyle cleared his throat and continued, “So my love, who usually does the grand gestures, let me take up that role today. Please open the velvet box. P.S. Hint, I am positively excited for this news.” Kyle looked up at Alessa. “Why is the positive in the positively bold?” He asked.

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.