Joseph Blake Smith Novels & Stories

Joe looked at them and said at the right time, "Mr. Fergusons, the birthday party of the young master Winson should start at this time. It's not too late for you to go there." Blake glanced at him, stood up, and walked back to the back of the desk. Joe looked down at the motionless food and sighed again in his heart. Blake took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and coughed again when it was on fire. Joe couldn't stand it anymore and boldly persuaded, "Mr. Fergusons, you'd better not smoke since you've been on fire these days." Blake took a drag on his cigarette, and white mist spurted out from his thin lips. He said lightly, "You can get off work first."

"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?"

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.

“ He’s not even close to doing that yet, I'm not impressed.” As the conversation flowed, Blaire felt herself becoming more comfortable, buoyed by the kindness of Damien and Rachel. After a while, the crowd quieted as Mr. Harold Smith, Damien’s father, stepped up to a small platform to address his guests. Blaire watched as the tall, silver-haired man took centre stage, commanding attention with his dignified presence. He thanked everyone for coming, his deep voice carrying through the room as he spoke of family, legacy, and the importance of connections. His words were eloquent and precise, every phrase tailored to leave an impression on his audience.

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

He kept telling himself. After some hours, they finally stepped foot into the Crescent pack. Uncle Bob and Mr Samuel's teeth clenched. The smell of wolves only reminded them of the death of Eleanor's mother. The only thing that crossed their mind was to end them all at once. "Let's go." Detective Rob told them after they looked around a bit. The smell of wolves drifted into their nostrils. What annoyed uncle Bob the most was how they lived their lives as if they deserved to live when they were only monsters that deserved to be wiped out from the face of the Earth.

Blake did not say a word, indifferently smoking. Trevor laughed, "I said, after you came back, no matter how you look at it, something seemed off. Brother, you're quite fierce." Blake rolled his eyes at him and threw the cigarette butt he had just sucked a few breaths on the ground to extinguish. “You talk a lot of crap now. If you have the time, try to persuade your brother to stop as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel.” Trevor was still smiling as he did not seem to mind, "Didn't you already exert pressure on the Smith Family? Don't worry, my mother will not sit around and do nothing.”