Gilbert Blythe Novels & Stories

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.

"LULLABY" HOW MANY times did Blythe admit to herself that Attorney Vizmanos is a God's gift to women? Well, it's been a long time already since she first saw him being featured in one of the famous magazine folds, and then on the day she personally met him in the club where she's working as a waitress, she found herself developing a deeper feeling for the guy. Blythe refused to label it as an attraction because it seemed too deep for her simple admiration, but admiration can also be a shallow word for the way her heart feels... Now, she's confused.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

"Then show them fire. Not surrender." "Fire burns everyone. Even those I care about." Their eyes met. There was too much history between them to speak more. "Leave me, Helena." A beat of silence. Then a nod. She exited. Blythe's Quiet Rebellion The room was silent again. Blythe walked to the cabinet, uncorked the wine Vito left behind, and poured a single glass. She drank—not in pleasure, but in calculation. She returned to the desk, fingers hovering over the red ribbon.

“Prepare the car and-“ the rest of his words died on the tip of his tongue as he pulled open his office door and nearly came face-to-knuckle with a woman’s fist. “Oops,” the woman apologized as she withdrew her hand and tucked it into her coat. “I almost hit your face.” Gadreel looked at the woman, his gaze sweeping over her, from the top of her head, covered with a gray wool hat, her pale skin, red lips, slim figure despite her age was accentuated by the grey trench coat she wore and finally down to her high heels. “Madam Blythe,” He addressed her. “What brings you to my company?”