Jaune And Blake Novels & Stories

She looked over at Blake, who was stony faced. “On the count of three,” she said. “One, two, three.” And with that, Vivian and Blake dropped Jasmine’s parents. They tumbled through the air before landing in the parking lot with a horrible thud. Jasmine shrieked and raced towards the deathly still bodies of her parents. Vivian looked at Blake. “Having fun yet?” she said slyly. Blake kept his eyes fixed to the ground, on the sight of Jasmine weeping over her parent’s bodies. His expression wasn’t one of excitement and joy, but of guilt. Vivian rolled her eyes.

Blake interjected, his words laced with a mix of disbelief and reproach. Jayson's smirk widened, seemingly unfazed by Blake's admonishment. "What's the problem, Blake? Tonight, I'm not the CEO; I'm just Eva's date," he retorted, his tone dripping with arrogance. Blake's jaw tightened, a surge of indignation coursing through him. He fought to maintain his composure, the urge to confront Jayson clawing at his restraint. With a deep breath, he composed himself, his gaze unwavering as he addressed Jayson once more.

They were shy at first. But when the attorney extended her hand to them, BJ smiled and hugged her. "Hi grandma," Atty. chuckled after Blake did that. "My name is Blake James Yana. I am the cutest among us," attorney laughed at Blake's words. "Indeed, my grandson is really cute," But CJ and DJ just smirked at BJ for boasting. Then attorney looked at EJ. "Hi g-grandma," EJ stuttered "They're lovely to watch," Eya whispered. I nodded because it's true.

I wonder if the tip of the knife really pierced her skin or she was just acting that day. “Look who’s here!” Amber laughed and glanced at Blake. She smirked. “Birds with the same feathers flock together. Both are trash and now together, right baby?” I gritted my teeth as my eyes went to Cain, who’s looking at me angrily. His jaws were constantly clenching and I was amazed. Wow! He still have the guts to get mad at me like that? Shame on him! “You must be pertaining to yourself, Amber,” Blake said angrily.

Blake wore a light-colored casual suit. If Jessica remembered correctly, Blake had a shoot this morning as a endorser for a car brand. “You’ll be joining a film crew tomorrow. Why aren't you going home to make preparations?” asked Jessica. Blake sat across from them, glanced at Chris, then said calmly, “There's something I want to talk to you about.” “I'll leave you guys to it,” said Chris, standing up. Before Jessica could stop him, Blake said, “You’re Ms. Wilder's husband, Mr. Green, it's okay.”

"I’m twenty-two—turning twenty-three soon. I’ve been friends with Damien since grade school because my father was the Beta before me. He was a bit of a player, but he’s always been genuine and open. He cares a lot about the pack. And no, I’m actually blonde—I just dye my hair. As for my mate…" His voice dropped slightly at the last part. I felt for him. He was a great guy—funny, easygoing. He deserved to find his mate. We reached a door, and I heard voices inside. "I’ll leave you here. I don’t want Damien getting mad at me for being with you," Blake said quickly before walking away. I turned to the door, about to knock— Then I froze. "Damien, I was supposed to be the one," Jade's voice was l

Angie thought angrily in her heart, but her voice was still soft and timid, and there was even a hint of tears in it, "Blake, are you alright? I just heard about Aunt Eva.” "Yes." On the other end of the phone, Blake replied indifferently, "Anj, I'm a bit tired. I'm hanging up now." "Blake, I …" Before she could finish her sentence, a busy beep came from the other end of the phone. At that time, Blake’s tall and big body was leaning on the balcony of his bedroom. In his hand was a goblet, and inside the cup was a blood-red wine. His gaze was very deep, so dark that it was terrifying. He took a sip of the wine and coughed softly. The door behind him made a slight sound, then Jace pushed the d

As I walked by, I found myself dragged into a headlock and a set of knuckles rubbed against the top of my scalp. "I knew you'd come around," Ace, one of the prospects, cited, blowing his blond, jaw-length hair out of his face, his blue eyes dancing with glee. He was a year older than me, having joined the club to follow in his father's footsteps. The guy standing next to him was called Blade: dark-haired, silver eyes, and deadly with a knife. Hence the name. "Let him be," Jenna berated them, casting them a humored scowl.

Damn, looks like a repeat of Saturday night isn't going to happen after all. After we finished eating, Jasmine split up from us and went upstairs to get settled while I followed Blake into his office where Luke was already at his desk working. "Hey, welcome home, man," Luke got up and gave Blake a pat on his back. "Thanks, it's good to be back," Blake replied and pulled out two chairs for him and me to station ourselves in front of Luke's desk. Blake dropped into his seat and dragged his hand through his hair again, letting out a deep breath. "I have some bad news."

she blushed. They all looked amazing. Dylan was dressed in jeans and button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. . Blake was all punk and new rock. Iris looked goth which really surprised her. John, ever the put together one, had on a blazer and jeans. They were waiting on Ian. A few minutes later he showed up. "I'll have a Jameson neat." He said. "Hey Ian, glad you could make it." John said.