Jamie Bly Manor Novels & Stories

I rush down the steps, almost losing my footing and stumbling but nothing prepares me for what lays before me. For right in the middle of the basement, and underneath the grating of glaring white light is Jamie. Her head is turned away from me and she is naked and tied to a bed, similar to the one in Diego’s room. Steel stakes laced with silver impale her arms and legs to keep her from shifting and fighting back. Then slowly, Jamie turns her face towards me and I almost let out a scream. “Do…you…like what you…see?” she wheezes.

The lock on the gate had orange fur blooming around the keyway. Jamie was already there, perched on the bottom step, a thermos in one hand and a grin that belonged to someone who hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of their own curiosity. Early twenties, maybe. Hair curled in on itself like it was protecting secrets. “Nyssa Damaris?” He said, popping up and offering a gloved hand. “I’m Jamie. They warned me you’d make me wear real gloves and not the see-through kind.” “Warned you right,” I said, shaking. His palm was warm through latex. “Masks too. This house looks like it breeds its own weather.”

"Someone is chasing me and I happened to ran into the back of this mansion so I tried to hide here." Blanche fell silent after she heard him; to be in the mansion, you practically need to drive off a forest, and she remembered what happened when the twin showed her the basement. In order to be in the crimson, you need to passed the forest. It was a great thinking, Blanche can't deny it. Bon deserved a clap on naming his mansion to his daughter and Crimson has strained his personality. They do more action than words. "Okay." She lay her hands flatly on the table and gaze down to pulled the little drawer in third row, she gave a glanced on the top of the table, but it was quick enough that the

If not, there was skiing. Those checking-in would be later in the morning because of travel being slowed for safety. Eddie was working on fixing the pantry door again. Jody could hear him cursing the door and the boggart he insisted lived in the pantry. Eddie was the handyman around the Blue Moon and the hamlet. He’d been here forever, and he looked like it too—a big bushy beard which was just like his hair, whiter than the snow outside. Eddie could pass for Santa on vacation around here. He was a cheerful person mostly, unless he was fixing something that wouldn’t stay fixed, like the pantry door.

Unapologetically in control. Jamie looked up. And forgot how to blink. Standing at the front of the room in a charcoal-grey suit, sleeves rolled just enough to show a scar near his wrist, was the man from Friday night. Same sharp jawline. Same intense eyes. Same crooked smirk that curled at the corner like it held secrets Jamie had already tasted. The stranger—his hookup—turned toward the whiteboard and wrote: JULIAN BLACK Creative Director Jamie’s blood turned to ice. He coughed on his coffee, nearly dropping the paper cup in his lap.

She stares straight ahead, as we walk down the dimly lit hallway. "This mansion is known as the Shade Manor. It was once the center of the blood Fae society. After the Fires of Alira the life that once filled this mansion dwindled. Now instead of being the great meeting hall of the blood Fae, it is simply my home," I ramble, as we walk. "You t-talk as if this place isn't truly y...your home," she replies. "This is the only place I have, since my family is longer around, this place does not really feel like home," I admit.

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

You're both bridesmaids. Camila laughed, "Slow down, Romeo. Let's see if he remembers your name by the end of the flight." “He will by the time I’m done with him,” Jamie said with a wink as they all watched Mr. Mystery Guy stand up from his seat and ask the way to the bathroom. “Wait a minute, I hope it’s not what I’m thinking,” Camila said. “Camila, you should stop stressing your head with gay business. I only came to inform you both that I will be gone for a few minutes; I have some catching up with an old fantasy to do,” Jamie said, blowing them a kiss and strutting to the bathroom minutes after.

Camden couldn't help but pull the blanket around her closer, avoiding eye contact with him. Eventually, a tall, muscular and strikingly handsome man wandered in through the door, followed closely by Kai. He had short blonde hair and steely grey eyes. Camden looked up at him. As she did, a huge smile spread across her face, illuminating the dimly lit room. The man, Jamie, couldn't help but return the smile, captivated by her presence. "Hi," she said, her tone clear and confident, though a light blush rose in her cheeks. "Hi," Jamie replied, clearly intrigued. Jake and Kai exchanged glances, puzzled by what they saw. "Kai tells me you're from the Blood Moon Pack," he inquired, seeking confirma

"Are you going to be okay while I'm gone?" Jamie asked Amy. He had just finished packing his case and was getting ready to go. Although he didn't like leaving his wife, the fact that Frankie was forced to give him the Goldbloom account made Jamie thrilled. "I'll be fine. You just focus on work." Amy told him and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Have you had any more blackouts lately?" Jamie asked her. Her eyes shot wide open, and she looked shocked. Jamie was frightened that she was going to say yes.