How Old Is Johnny Blaze Novels & Stories

“Drink up. Echo’ll be back soon, no doubt celebrating another free vacation courtesy of the county. Few hours off work, free jumpsuit, what’s not to love?” I turn. The guy’s got a tattooed chest, wicked grin, and a patch that says Blaze. “That’s Blaze,” Knox supplies. “Ignore him.” Blaze laughs, loud and filthy. “Ignore me? That’s rich coming from the guy who used to fuck anything with a pulse before Red locked his dick down.” He winks at Red across the room. “Don’t worry, mama bear, he’s been a good boy since you showed up.” Red flips him off, but he’s grinning.

“I haven’t been to an amusement park in forever. What do you say we go? I’m in the mood for something fun.” Blaze looked at me as though I had just suggested we fly to the moon. “You want to go to an amusement park? Faith, you’re such a kid.” I shot him a playful glare. “Excuse me? Just because you’re getting old doesn’t mean I am!” Blaze raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Getting old? I’m 27, Faith. That’s not old.” I smirked. “I’m 21, Blaze. You’re practically ancient!”

His green eyes studied me as though I had very single ounce of his attention. I faltered a moment beneath his gaze before finding my voice again. “How old are you?” He smirked slightly. “Twenty-one.” I nodded slightly but didn’t turn away from him. It was as though he had me under a trance. “Do I get to know yours?” he asked. “Eighteen,” I replied, and, for reasons I couldn’t fathom, I continued. “I turn nineteen in a couple weeks.” His eyes traveled up and down my body as he wet his lips. “I look forward to celebrating it with you.”

"Between you and me, I am still with him." "If you love each other that much that you have been together all these years then why can't Blaze see that you were meant to be with each other?" "I don't know the answer to that." "Wait won't Reid still look really young?" "Yes most people think he is around 30." "Sorry I know this is none of my business and if you don't want to answer it I will completely understand." "You want to know why he has never turned me into a vampire?" I just nod at her question

"Holy mother of God, are you a monster?" Blaze looked down. "No, it's an eight and a half." I shook my head. "Are you serious right now?" "Well, I'm not eight inches." "Blaze, I'm pretty sure you're way above the standard. That's the largest thing I've ever seen." "It's okay, baby, not everyone can take me." "Blaze, are you for real right now?" Blaze shrugged, probably not getting the picture. "What? Too scared your little mouth with big words can't handle my length?"

Blaze spoke again, seeming somewhat excited. "I'm eighteen," I answered and they gasped. "Woah! You are like the Queen of introverts, that means you never had a boyfriend?" Liana said. "Nope," I stated, feeling a bit nervous at their many questions. I've never had to answer so many questions before, that to about my personal life. "That means you are a virgin? Wow. I'm not surprised though after all, we have a fifty years old virgin in the pack," Blaze let out, smiling mischievously, and Mahira smacked his head.

“I suppose that was enough for him to blame me.” “But he’s blaming you for something that hasn’t happened.” He points out, going on when Liviana only nods. “That’s not only completely unreasonable, but ridiculous, too. He’s acting like a child.” “Because he is a child.” Liviana defends. “He’s twenty-one, isn’t he?” “Yes.” She mumbles after a moment’s hesitation, not wanting Blaze to be right. “He’s not a child, Liviana.” Blaze narrows his eyes. “He’s a grown man-“

"Travis has been causing problems for a long time. He worked with Lana. He stole from the club. He helped attack this pack. He helped people come after me. Every time something goes wrong, his name shows up somewhere. I can't believe I used to like that bastard." Nobody argued. Because it was true. "So why are we waiting?" A slow smile appeared on Blaze's face. "I like this version of her." Colt nodded immediately. "Me too." Damon looked much less amused. "You are not coming." "Here we go again." "What?" "The part where you ruin everything." Blaze laughed. Even Colt looked entertained. Damon rubbed his forehead. "I am surrounded by children." I pointed at him. "See? That's exactly what I mea

*** “You must be kidding me.” Troy couldn’t keep the shock out of his voice as he stared at the guns pointing at his and Paul’s heads. “I thought we had an agreement.” “Well, consider it canceled.” Blaze grinned as he relaxed in his seat and lit a joint. He already looked high. And from the traces of white power on the table and the rolled-up dollar bill beside the substance, Troy could hazard a good guess what the gang leader was high on. He’d watched enough TV. “This is a lot of cash.” Blaze pointed his joint at the sacks of cash as he watched the two boys from beneath his lashes. “I don’t want any of this getting out so we have to shut you up…permanently.”

“What was your DJ name?” He covered his face with a slight groan. “Nah, don't ask that.” “Nope. Spill.” He sighs. “DJ Blaze.” I nearly fell out of my chair. “Stop. It. DJ Blaze?!” “I was ten, okay?! I even had a logo and everything.” “Oh my God,” I laugh, wiping my eyes. “That made my night.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “Your turn. What did little Helen wanna be?”