Ruby Weiss Blake Yang Novels & Stories

"Blake is not villain X." Mey, who was busy typing in her laptop, glanced up from the monitor and asked, "What do you mean?" "Blake is just a pawn. He worked for Villain X, but he's not her. I've told you before, Villain X is a girl." I looked at each of their faces, waiting for one of them to pop in with a name but all of them were looking at me expectantly, so I decided to come clean. "It's Ellie."

she asks, suspicion lacing her voice. Remy’s expression grows strained. “Sorry, I’m Remy Matisse, the procurator of the Madison pack and its Alpha, Julian Matisse. With whom am I speaking?” “Wanda Jenkins, Alpha Mate of the Rockcastle pack,” she replies. “What do you want with Blake?” “That’s where things get a bit confusing. You see, I have someone here who believes Blake is his brother and—” “Oliver’s with you?”

But it's a dream that I can't have or touch again. My phone buzzes as Professor Oakley's name appears on my phone. Blake: Where were you? Me: Sick. Blake: You expect me to believe that after you played hooky on that Dante kid? Me: Goodbye, Professor Oakley. Blake: Did I do something wrong? Damn men are stupid. Of course you did, you were with perfect blonde lady. The Marilyn Monroe of your dreams but who am I to judge? Me: Doesn't matter. Blake: Clearly it does. Are you still coming over this weekend?

Sebastian walked towards him, saying, "I don't care if you believe me but I need to know how Ruby is doing. She'd never ignore my call for so long if everything was fine. So tell me where she is." Blake zipped the small suitcase he had packed Ruby's things in and walked out of the room, still silent. "Geez, I'm talking to you. Where is she?" Sebastian panicked. "Can you do me a favor? And sneak some of Chloe's things here? She needs them." Blake suggested dismissing the topic. Sebastian was highly provoked by Blake's absentmindedness as he angrily attempted to hit him but Blake was quick enough to push him to the bed. When Blake was just a meter away, he started to talk, "I saw your text to

I would have a better feel of him if he was looking at me but his eyes were hungrily glued on Astrid. Cassius patted him on the shoulder and looked down at me and then at Jax, “Some interesting information has been passed to me which is why Blake is here. He is the son of some vampires in my coven and he’s been expelled from school for not understanding boundaries. I figured I could try to get you boys to talk one last time before Aziel and I head out for the night. We have a party to go” A party? Blaire’s party. He’s going to attack during the party!

At the same time in Cirrus Manor. The brightly-lit hall. Giada was standing in front of the french window. She was holding a pure-bred white royal Persian. It had two different colored eyes and looked very obedient. Behind her, Blake bowed slightly. His body was shaking. “Madam, what should we do now? Beacon got a new investor, but I don’t know who dares to ignore the Wallises’ sanction order!” Blake was furious. He thought he could devour Riverdale. That way, the Michaels would be able to climb up the social ladder.

he smirked. Blake's POV Her lips curved upward into a smile bright enough to blind me, she probably caught on to what I was suggesting. She gasped, still smiling from ear to ear, "Blake Wilson, are you saying what I think you're saying." I returned her smile with one just as bright but it's not as if I could help it, her smile was contagious like that, "Depends, what do you think I'm saying?"

drake asks. "I think Austin stupidness has invaded your brain." We all laughed. Drake rolled his eyes and continue munching his waffles. I shake my head seeing my partner. Why does he have to be my partner? I pour the chocolate syrup on my waffles then proceed to eat. We talked for a while about our mission yesterday before drake and I have to go meet Mr. Moretti. "See you later Ruby," Blake said. I walked to him and kiss his cheek. "Bye guys."

the black man explained and leaned back in the rocker and stayed in that position. Blake nodded. “I see.” “You’re a pretty fancy lookin’ dude. A little too fancy to be a friend of Lacey’s,” he said with slight suspicion. Blake was wearing a black Brooks Brothers tailored suit with a dark yellow shirt and a black and white striped tie. “I am a friend of hers. I’m from New York.”

directing his words at Maeve, who purses her lips for a moment, brows pinched in thought. “Obviously, it depends on what you’ve seen,” Maeve replies pointedly. Blake braces himself on the bed before sitting down near my feet. He curls his fingers around my ankle almost absently, like I’m an anchor in the storm going on inside his head, and then he lays it all out for the family, who listens quietly, intently, no one daring to so much as breathe. “Fae?” Ryatt says after at least twenty minutes of Blake’s explanation. “I’ve never heard that word before.”