Joseph Blake Smith Novels & Stories

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

"I want to ask you something. " Neon Parker sat opposite to Adam Ricardo while looking at him attentively. "What?" Adam had a lot of works. He didn't want to waste time on him. "Who are you? I was forced by Jacob Smith to come here. And I know you did it. What's your connection with Jacob Smith?" Neon was seriously curious to know. Jacob Smith was the heir of Smith family which had properties over billions overseas. Smith family chose to rule in Asia as they own the biggest oil businesses of Middle East. A poor officer like Adam Ricardo told and he forced him to come here didn't really give a proper calculation.

Smith and Johnson. I watched as Alex's posture straightened, his voice steady and unwavering. His eyes narrowed with intensity, reflecting the resolve burning within him. It was clear that he had fully embraced his past self, tapping into the instincts and skills that had once defined him. In that moment, he was a force to be reckoned with. As the conversation with Deago unfolded, the gravity of the situation became apparent. Mr. Smith's influence ran deep, intertwined with a dangerous network of criminal activities. Alex knew that to dismantle this web of power, he would need to unravel the secrets hidden within the shadows.

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

I still didn’t want to know what happened to my mother, but I think nothing good had happened to her or Harmony would inform me. By their attitude, I was aware that Harmony and Caius knew that I lost Clement because he was the one who came to the surface in front of the others, Dyson being our backup. Now, with Dyson receding and Clement gone, I am sure they knew that I lost my wolf. Fortunately, they did not bring it up.

Smith questioned I’m really sorry to bother you or stalk you. I work for a press company I’m a new intake and I was asked to get trending news or gist that would help the company’s authenticity. I have no choice than to confirm your relationship. That’s my only way of securing the job. Charlotte who was soft hearted looked at him and said . Blake help him get up. What’s the plan Charlotte? Smith asked. I think he’ll be useful at the company. He can help us cover our latest improvement and achievement for larger publicity She said.

Sad that she didn't need him anymore, about three years ago, when he had asked her to let him go, she refused and begged him to stay with her, but now she barely glanced at him as she told him to leave. Blake had never felt so unwanted in his entire life. Although he was the current CEO of Global Corporation, he knew he was just standing in for Joshua, he didn't know what issues they had with Liam Smith but he was sure that once they had resolved it, they wouldn't need him anymore. Blake didn't want to think of his fate when they didn't need him anymore. But he knew it was not any good. ***

"I am sure we'll find something." "So this is the grave." Mike said, pointing at the gravestone. It was gray with a few lily flower designs on it. I raised an eyebrow at Racheal. She was staring at the gravestone with hidden emotions but I could see how badly this was affecting her. "He loved lilies." She whispered. I slowly nodded, reading the craving on the gravestone 'Ashton Smith. A loving son, husband, and father. Died saving lives. 26th March, 1974 – 14th September, 2012.'

Smith, and Smith Corporation were tangled in something much more deeper than I had imagined. I picked up my phone and dialed the police department. “This is Ethan Blake. The attorney for the late Mrs Smith. I need the murder case of Mrs Smith reopened immediately.” There was a pause. “On what grounds, Mr Blake?” “I have new evidence linking Smith Cole to her murder,” I said firmly. “And I also want Smith Cole arrested. He’s a danger to society, and I have the proof to back it up.” There was silence. Then he responded, “We’ll look into it, Mr. Blake.”

"I guess we can count ol' Smithy out for a while. Somethin' has been botherin' him for a few days now. I don't know what. He ain't got scurvy and it ain't likely he'd sufferin' from any other illness." "Maybe he's been 'earing the voices..." A man named Blake spoke up, a cigarette clenched in his teeth. "There's been a cold chill around since that lad came aboard. He's riled the critters." Gibson nodded slowly. "If this is how he's going to be then I have to question Hemlock's reasons for keepin' him," he mumbled, inaudible to all those except in the near vicinity "I ain't going to lie and say I'm pleased about this. My mind says that it'll only be a matter of time before the bastard betrays