Iris Blake Abduction Novels & Stories

The hunger is hollowing me out, and my mind is finally breaking down. “Okay,” I mutter to myself. “Now I’m seeing things.” I close my eyes tightly and shake my head. When I open them, I expect the scarred man. But it’s still him. Blake is standing there. Hope floods through me so fast it almost makes me dizzy. I push myself upright, ignoring the weakness. “Hey, Mel,” he says softly. A tear slips down my face. “You came,” I whisper. “I was so scared. I don’t know why I was abducted… or why I’m locked here.”

"I am Blair Blake, from the oval moon pack. Antonio Blake is my elder brother." "I know that." He replied grimly. "You know me?" I pretended to be surprised. Though I already knew he'd ask of my identity. "Why did you kidnap me? " I asked fearfully, though I already knew the answer. He ignored my question, and started to uncuff my bruised wrists. "I did not get you kidnapped. I admit I did consider it though." He winked. Was i supposed to feel relieved after this? "Then who did?" I asked gravely.

Recap Charlotte’s sabotage across Asia fractured Adrian Blackwood’s empire and framed Evelyn’s Foundation in the process, even faking recordings in her voice. While tracking the stolen Project Echo file, Evelyn learned the kidnapping of her childhood had also claimed another child…Victor Crane’s lost daughter, Abigail. The revelation explained decades of hatred. Now the truth teeters on a global stage. *** The world woke up to my name again, only this time, as a curse.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and stopped Vicdor Blake. "I just want to see them off!" Vicdor Blake's voice was very hoarse, his face was full of beard, and he looked very haggard. It seemed that he had not had a good life. "You don't deserve it!" Alice glared at him: "Vicdor Blake, do you know who the kidnapper is?" "Who?" Vicdor Blake asked with a frown.

Finally finding my voice, I asked, “How do you know my name?” Maverick sat up, pinning me with his stare. I thought he was about to avoid the question again, but instead, he started to speak. “Iris Blake. You were Iris Sinclair until two years ago when you were divorced by your husband.” He paused. “The night we met was the night of the divorce, am I correct?” A chill ran down my spine and sweat began to break out. How did this man know about me? Was he a stalker? Was he going to kill me? Did he know my daughter? Was she safe?

He had no knowledge like me until today and I could never hold a grudge against him. “Yes. Their reasoning from what we could gather is that a week before you were born, the Blakes suffered a still birth. Their pup would have been a little girl like you. Their goal would have been to kill you but clearly, something changed.” Ira, the black haired she-wolf, repeats this information once more to me. Information that was hard to grasp. Alex had explained that a month before his sister was supposed to be born, his parents sent him to summer camp. By the time the Blake’s would have had their daughter settled in to life at home, Alex would be just arriving back from camp to start his role as a big

The next few days passed slowly. Daniel stayed with me the whole time. So did FBI agents. They stood outside my door twenty-four hours a day. Nobody was allowed in without being searched. Not even the nurses. My mother visited every day. She brought news about the investigation. Rebecca had been arrested trying to board a plane to Mexico. She was being charged with murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy. Blake was also being charged with multiple crimes. Kidnapping. Fraud. Theft. Attempted murder. They would both go to prison for the rest of their lives.

“To continue, after the failed attempt to tarnish his reputation, Blake Gray was put in a penitentiary, far away. Where reporters couldn't find him, where he would be convinced that everything he believed in was a lie, or an illusion triggered by his mental illness That's where you'll go” He slipped a piece of paper to the other side of the table “But, if you really want him gone, you have to start collecting your evidence, from the beginning of my narration. First you'll visit Italy, see his family, and collect evidence that suggests his mother existed in the first place. The DNA test results that link both her and Hillary Gray to Blake are here in this document. Now I suggest you stay out

"I could have died, dad... It is all thanks to me getting kidnapped that the government has the terrorists in their custody. They owe you and I am sure they wouldn't mind doing you this one small favor... Dad, he can protect me... He can teach me how to protect myself too... I just don't want to ever go through something like that again." Shirley ended with a deliberate sniff, even making her voice crack a little. Her eyes cooperated, producing tears and she stared at her father, the tears glistening in her eyes. She wasn't exactly feigning it, her chest still felt stuffy since that day. She could barely sleep a wink at night too... "Okay fine, I will see what I can do," Mr Blakes said in su

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde