Jaune X Blake Novels & Stories

He called out people to watch what was about to happen. "People already know you're my mate, Renee. I wasn't happy about you being my mate. I mean, who would want you? You're trash." He chuckled and looked me in the eyes. I looked at him blankly. He kept on going. "You're worthless, useless, weak, ugly, and a sorry excuse of a mate. So I'm doing this for my own good. I, Blake Klein, the alpha of Silver Crescent Moon pack, reject Renee Smith as my mate." He smirked bigger and everyone who was watching mocked and laughed at me.

He cocked a brow at me, suggestively and I controlled the urge to roll my eyes at him. Blake is a good looking man with brown hairs and amber eyes. His face is clean shaves all the times and he is british. Well, half-british. Blake is 3 years older than me being 24. And, I know I got a good job very early after finishing my graduation but all thanks to my good grades in the final semester. Sometimes, I am just lucky like that. "You hate being called Blakey." I pointed out without looking at him, focusing solely on the screen in front of me.

She stood, kissed Tanner on the mouth and Blake on the cheek, then headed up the back porch stairs and out of view. “You’re good together,” Blake said solemnly once she’d gone inside. “I think so, too,” Tanner replied with a grin as he speared another marshmallow to hold over the open flame. “Whiskey time?” “Whiskey time,” Blake confirmed, and opened the bottle he’d brought outside with him. He poured three fingers’ worth each into two tumblers and handed Tanner one. “You know, seeing you and Mia together, it’s got me thinking,” Blake murmured. “About what?” Tanner asked, and watched a very, very rare event unfold - Blake Jones blushing like a middle-schooler.

Jane didn't wear heels and a tie like Caroline, but she had tied her hair up neatly and she had to admit that she looked pretty nice in her blazer and blouse. She went down to the van. Caroline was already there. She looked like Hermione Granger in the sixth or seventh movies. At school, Jane's dad helped them carry their displays into the gym. "Good luck, my big girls," he said gruffly and then hurried off to his first roofing job of the morning.