Gilbert Blythe Novels & Stories

Any one could guess he was a blind man, just taking a morning stroll. Spencer paid little attention to the blind man and was about to jog past the latter. "Are you Mr Oliz?" The Blind man asked with a well pronounced British accent. Spencer stopped on his tracks and slowly turned towards the man. He eyed the man suspiciously. "You are?" Spencer answered the question by asking another question. "I was instructed to give you this" The blind man replied, shoving a piece of Paper into Spencer's hoodie pocket. And he walked away, taping the stick o the asphalt road, making a distinct sound.

She walked in with the wind and caught my attention. I hid so she couldn’t see me. I knew she was here to see my father. Her mother signed her in and I caught her name, Sadie. My father doctor Joel Coleman. One of the most beloved psychiatric in Brockville. I sadly wondered what was wrong with this beautiful creature. She sat next to her mother, still looking towards the floor. “Jacob, where are you?” I heard my father holler out. Sadie turned her head slightly. I caught a flash of her blue-green eyes and then back to the floor they went. “I’m right here father,” I said as I stepped into his office. My father, a man in his fifties. Looked up from his glasses at me.

“Oh, be quiet.” He looks at Blake, who is straightening his cuffs, and his expression darkens. “He may look like a wee weasel, but he’s more capable than he seems. He was in the King’s Guard for a time, if you believe his stories. He’s a deadly warrior when he chooses to fight rather than stab people in the back or poison them. It’s hard to believe you could just walk into his chambers and hit him.” “Perhaps that’s how I did it. Because you males have such difficulty in believing women could do such things.”

“Food has become almost rare due to the destruction of lands due to this…blight occuring.” “Could it be the season? Maybe there's been a change?” Theophilus spoke up, shifting his gaze to Rhain, Aunt Aurelia and then Father, leaving me out of the conversation. I frowned at that and held myself from tossing my boot at him. My mood was sour, and was apparently radiating off me. “Doubtful.” Rhain responded, moving his head sideways. “Seasons don't make lands turn grey.” Father joined Rhain, a hand lifting to feel his chin. “And we have greater matters to discuss. A grym was seen yesterday.”

her arms were crossed and she stood tall, ready to fight. Dwight laughed to himself. “Stupid, stupid girl. Do you not know who I am? What I am capable of? The only ones I’m not allowed to kill are June and Monty. Everyone else, including you, is fair game.” He flashed her a quick smile despite his threatening words. Alice rolled her eyes. Typical man. She thought to herself. “Now that we’re all clear on what’s to happen today, June, would you please come outside with us?” He motioned outside once more.

He was still panting hard as the blonde man watched him, he was two, maybe three inches taller and could see a lot from up. Why did Spade think this guy was a threat, to the point of even assigning him to watch him. He's just a kid, he doubt he could even hurt a fly like this. "Going somewhere"? He asked and Nate just turned to look at him, oblivious of the way the blonde had been staring at him since he stepped into the elevator "Ah, yes, I'm kinda late actually" he rushed out smiling nervously and the blonde man just nodded "I'm guessing you had a fun night"? He stated and Nate just scrunched his brows together his smile slowly fading

"I apologize for asking you for a favor, but please assist me this time. I know you don't want to run errands, particularly when you're having a good time, but please assist me. I'd like you to act as if you're me with Kai, the head chef for this event for whom you'll be acquainted. You don't have to be polite with him tonight; just behave like an acquaintance. With everything he'd done to us, everything I wanted to do was repay him for his generosity. Maybe, just once, save me. If you support me this time, I'll get you new clothes and jewelry. I'm asking you’re help in behalf of one the three of us. Please help me." "Kai?" A grin spread across Blythe's lips as she folded the paper along wit

He would have no choice to come back to me. As for Maxwell Murray, I am not that bothered about him. He doesn’t have what it takes to lead Crescent pack. He may be acting tough and brave now, but I doubt it will last for long. As long as Arthur lives, he will continue to live in Arthur’s shadows. I looked down at my leg. I had intentionally given myself a scratch and had my servant embalm it to make it look big. If I was going to get him to stay, then I must at least make sure it looks real. I lay on the bed, sampled my feet with the wound showing vividly. I made sure to look tattered and the part.

I dialed her number, but she didn’t answer; when I tried again, Blythe answered the phone. "I’m sorry for keeping you waiting; I’m almost there." "Ate..." As soon as I heard Blythe’s shaking voice, all of my tiny hair sprang up. Something didn’t feel right. "Blythe…" "A- Allerick... ate Gemma..." "Why? What happened to Allerick? " "Ate... please... please hurry... I- I don’t know what to do anymore. My hands..." "Blythe, speak slowly. I’m not sure what you’re saying."

“Whichever one you are pretending not to want.” Oh, Violet liked her. She really did. Gideon’s expression cooled. “Blythe.” “No,” Mrs. Blythe said. Just that. One word. Clean as a blade. Gideon looked at her for a long second. Then asked, “If it is not Cain property, whose is it?” Mrs. Blythe’s gaze moved to Violet. The room followed it. Violet felt every eye land on her. Theodore’s. Gideon’s. Eleanor’s from the portrait.