Mikasa Vs Blake Novels & Stories

Joshua had trained in combat and kickboxing, so Elijah started losing ground. "Mr. Thorne, get the bodyguards! Stop them!" Jessica panicked, her voice shaking. "No need," Blake said with a crooked smile. "That guy can't beat Josh. Let him vent." With that, he started counting under his breath. "Five, four, three, two, one…" Before he finished, Elijah went down under a brutal punch. Blake finally relaxed, narrowly avoiding embarrassment. However, Joshua didn't stop. His eyes were red with rage. He straddled Elijah and raised his fist again.

They looked… intense and strong and ridiculously focused, like the rest of the world had disappeared and only this fight existed. Kaiza moved with that same cold precision he always carried, like every strike was calculated three steps ahead. Blake, on the other hand, fought like he thrived on chaos…swift, reckless, alive. And yet, somehow, the two styles meshed, balancing each other out. I crossed my arms, pretending I wasn’t completely captivated. “Yup. Totally normal. Just watching two guys try to kill each other for fun. Definitely not staring. Definitely not noticing the way Kaiza’s hair falls into his eyes or how Blake grins like he’s having the time of his life.”

“Oh, Lucas, your perfect streak, huh? Didn’t that take a hit not long ago? Got messy, didn’t it?” Lucas’s expression turns stone-cold, his jaw tightening. “My record is still intact.” “Barely,” Blake smirks. “That last kill? I watched it happen. I was in the guy’s system, you know. Saw everything as you cleaned up your mess.” Lucas’s glare could freeze fire, and for a moment, I’m certain Blake’s going to end up on Lucas’s list of future targets. Demitri breaks the silence, his voice a low growl. “If you’re taking her with you, then I’m coming too.”

"Maybe because I'm not here, they don't practice here because, for them, I'm only to fill the space here in the back so that she taught you in the other gym far from here." "Really? So, let's do it!" "Really? Are you sure Dindo? Are you challenging me now? Eh, I only fired one blow before, you're asleep!" Amore joked to him. "Well, it used to be that way if you don't know yet that Astra taught me and I defeated her during our last practice and she only informed Jasmine." "Really? All right, who's gonna make the first attack, me or you?" "It's your turn, all right. Let's do it!"

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

She wanted to say something. But Kisa got cut off by Mia's smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about it." "Is there anything?" Jensen glanced at her and slowly returned to normal. His eyes were slightly cold. Mia stood up seductively, "I'm just here to tell you that Blake misses you. You better make some time and visit him soon." "I got it. Now, get out!" Since Kisa has never seen Jensen treat anyone this coldly, she was shocked.

I said to my wolf. “Let him go, I would speak,” Lucas said. What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to buy us some time before Mike’s friends come? “Speak,” Blake growled. “He is in pain because of the drug you injected in him so he would be unconscious,” Lucas said. I watched as Blake's face turned into a smile. “So your members are weak?.” Blake said. I smiled when he said that but I made sure he didn’t see my smile. Fucker thinks he is smart. Thank God.

I needed him to believe me to be interested; I needed to fool him. So far, no one has chosen to fight to the death, and we were reaching halftime during the tournaments. But as soon as I started to relax, the announcement froze my heart came. It was Blakes’s turn to fight, and his opponent had chosen to fight to the death. I stiffened and turned around to face the arena. Our eyes locked, and my heart jumped. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. I knew that Blake was one hell of a warrior, but he was challenged by the Beta of the Black wolf pack- Drake. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Blake smelled the new tension that was coming from Mackayla again, and though he held his emotions in cheek he would have a talk with their host before too long. Keep an eye on him for me we are heading out? Will do Carson gave Blake a quick nod. Blake led Mackayla to the door placed her shawl on her shoulders it was a little cooler then when they had arrived, gave his ticket to the valet and helped her into the jag. Then he drove the few miles to Delincos a club his cousin ran. As he walked in he quickly caught Mandy's gaze she smiled and nodded her gaze widening when she saw the woman at his side. Blake walked up the ramp as "In My Dreams" played. "What can I get you two to drink?"

Mimi lifted his head, twitching it back and forth, listening for danger. Getting to her feet, Clarissa asked, “What is it, Mimi?” “Uhh… Clarissa!” Blake shouted. “What?” She called out, rounding the mountain with Mimi in a hurry. Blake’s eyes widened when he saw Mimi. Backing up, he tripped over a chalice on the ground behind him. “Watch it, Clarissa! A monster!” Blake cried out, scrambling to his feet. Mimi hissed at him and dropped his head. Blake pulled out a pair of daggers and stepped into a fighting stance. Clarissa jumped between them, putting up a hand toward each.