Rwby Blake's Mom 소설 & 이야기

Blake reached out for my hand but I stepped back with Mason tightly held in my arm. "No, Blake," I snapped but one of my kids interjected. "Mommy, please listen to what daddy has to say," Madison chimed in with glossy eyes and my heart sank into my guts… I never liked seeing my kids sad hence I sighed softly while looking at the other two women in his life. His mother and the other woman, Sabrina. "Okay fine, I will listen to what you have to say privately," I made emphasis on the word privately and Blake nodded with a sincere look on his face...

“We checked, and you got a leaf, just like Dante.” “Oh my god, I'm so confused. I mean, I lived as a rogue; Jocelyn's parents took me in after….” “We know the woman you knew as your mother is the one who got you in the woods; unfortunately, she died as we tried to trace her,” Ruby explained, and Alpha Blake nodded as he had placed the tray on the table. “We are going to meet Mom and Dad now; they will explain everything.” “My mother is alive?” “I'm sure you'll recognize her when you see her,” Ruby added, and Alpha Blake nodded.

The room got quiet again. Blake stayed near the bed at first. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Then he took his phone out suddenly and dialed someone. I watched him curiously. “Hey mom. How are you?” he said. I could hear his mom’s voice faintly but not clearly. Blake listened for a few seconds. His eyes kept flicking toward me. Then he said something that made my stomach twist strangely. “Mom, you remember that potion you used to give me when I got hurt in childhood. What is that?”

Jaxon, Maddox, and Drexton's eyes were on Blake, who had just said the word 'mom. Blake's gaze wasn't soft either, his eyes were glaring red at Joanna and then at the guys. "Wow," he said, clapping his hand at Joanna. "You amaze me." "What is he saying?" Jaxon muttered, taking his eyes off Blake. Before Joanna could reply, Blake beat her to it. "I will tell you what I am saying. The woman who was professing how genuinely she loves you is my mother." Joanna stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Blake.

a voice, rich and deep with timbre calls out from behind mother and her head snaps to attention. Blake Parker. Talk of the devil. He comes up to us with both hands resting comfortably in the pockets of his white fluffy robe. His dark brown hair is damp from a shower and his toned chest peeks put a little from the slit of the robe. “Oh, Blake!” Mom's stern voice immediately melts into a warmer and gentle tone, a tone that she has never used on me ever since that fateful night when father died. “You shouldn't have. It's a birthday present from your father…”

As we got closer to my mother’s grave, a sob broke the silence. “Please… I am sorry…” The voice was filled with pain. I stopped immediately and exchanged an awkward glance with Rosie. Who could be at my mother’s grave at this hour? I inched closer, careful with my steps. An elderly woman with white hair was kneeling in front of the grave, her hands folded together in a pleading manner. She looked frail, her shoulders shaking as she cried. “I never wanted to harm you. They made me do it. Please forgive me,” she cried even harder. My confusion grew. Did she miss the wrong grave?

When my mate and the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Ares Hamilton, was forced to choose between saving my mother or retrieving his lover's late mother's keepsake, he chose the keepsake without hesitation. By the time Ares finally learned that my mother, Celia Hale, had died, he wept and begged for my forgiveness. But by then, I was long gone. … To the left, beneath an overhang in the rock wall, Mom was cornered by three Rogues with her back jammed against the stone.

Blake visibly sighs in relief when he spots his mom and his uncle. "Blake Tyler Reed what have you done!?" Ryn's voice is a mix of annoyance and anger. Behind her, a very amused Nate stifles his laughter. The security's face is imprinted with a confused frown. "Why do you always think I'm at fault mom?" Blake says with a whine. Her eyes narrow. "You're your father's child. The exact replica in every way." She says in a matter of factly voice and walks over to us. But stops when she spots the teen boy on the floor with a barely recognizable face.

The thought sent a dark thrill through me every single time. I leaned over her, one hand bracing on the couch, the other sliding around to rub her swollen clit as I resumed fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits pressed against the cushions, nipples hard. I could have stayed like this for hours, lost in her heat, her scent, the way she said my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. Then we heard it. The unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway. “Shit! Mom’s back!” Beverley gasped, her body going rigid around me.

“You really have a death wish, don’t you?” “If you don’t have anything else to say, you can leave” She says as she sits on the floor and takes the hugging knees position. I angrily stomp my feet on the floor and leave her presence. She has no ideas what she’s doing. She just denied a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’m going to make sure she regrets it. “And what did you go to do there, if I may ask?” A voice asks from in front and I immediately halt on my tracks and look up, only to see Alpha Blake’s mother approaching me with a stern look on.