Shameless Blake Collins Novels & Stories

"Just your brother? What kind of siblings end up in bed together?" He lowered his head, his large hand cradling the back of my skull, pulling me toward him. Seeing his lips about to descend on mine, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my strength. "Noah! Have you no shame? You have a fiancée. I'm getting married. What exactly do you want from me now?" My voice shook with fury. Noah turned his head, pressing his tongue against the inside of his stinging cheek. "Now that you've hit me, are we even? I could change my name, cut all family ties… I wouldn't have to be your brother anymore—"

Mike Freeway wasn't the only man in Coal City with a nose for fast money. Joe Collins—just as well recognized in the back room's smoky atmosphere as J. Cole—had a gift for smelling opportunity where other men smelled gunpowder. Tall, dark, and patient, Cole lived on very little. His greasy black hair clung to his skull, his pencil-line moustache curled into a snarl, and his chin, shadowed blue from the previous night's shaving, was rarely tobacco-stained.

“My lying, cheating, manipulative ex-husband who is just this side of a restraining order.” “Be that as it may, he is one of our most prestigious actor and brings in significant revenue and buzz per movie.” “Which doesn’t say much about our studio, does it? Especially since our biggest movie premiere was basically sabotaged by this same man.” The room goes completely silent. My job might’ve just gone up in flames, too. Again. Blair clears her throat. “I can take this one, guys. Collins won’t give me any issues.” Hermes’s assistant, Mack, who’s been quiet all these while finally speaks up. “Both of you need to stop with the dramatics⁠—”

True as they might be, they are harsh and Blake doesn’t deserve to hear the admission that he doesn’t know who he is or accuse him blindly, “I apologize for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion and assumed the worst. Even if you could get rid of the bodies by yourself it’s not my place to judge you, I have done far worse.” Blake eyes Mark’s embarrassed expression and said, “It’s fine, you spoke the truth, you don’t know me, not anymore.” Seeing Mark opening to protest, he held up his hand to silence him and continued, “There is not much change in my life, I’m the CEO of Grid Tech Enterprises, my family is still a pain in the ass, There are not too many changes in my

The doctor clearly didn't know that Collins was the reason I was currently recovering from a blade wound. I had already played that card with Collins. He’d made it crystal clear: he wouldn't lift a finger to help Isabella, even if he held the cure in his hand. I wasn't going to crawl back to that merciless man for scraps of mercy. Meanwhile, in a sprawling European-style estate on the edge of the Skydrivee district, Savannah Blake sat across from Denise Harper. Denise was fuming. Her plan to ruin Charles by leaking the "scandal" with Collins had backfired spectacularly.

I don’t really want to talk about it, but I’m also not going to be that girl who turns shy. Fuck that noise. I’m not that girl. I’m the loud-mouth bitch. I’m a fucking Summers! “Which part? You beating up Brant? Me kissing you? Your friend knowing about it?” I questioned. “Which I promise you this Justin breathes a word of that around school, and he will be dead.” I warned. “Okay… so then I should take that reaction to mean it wasn’t something you liked. An impulsive adrenaline thing? Or at least something that you’re ashamed of?” Collin frowned. He looked really dejected.

Spend the night with Nerien Goldmane. "..." I froze. "...Come again?" Mission countdown begins in twenty-four hours. My legs gave out beneath me. I staggered backward, nearly falling flat on the floor. I stared into space. "...Do you hate me?" Everyone does I don't wanna be different "Wait, what?" You heard me "...You're joking?" Perhaps. "You're the worst System ever created." Thank you. "What kind of shameless system are you?!" "Me, Spend the night with him?!" I unconsciously stretched my finger, pointing at Nerien,

Collins sighed deeply and pereed at the boy's face, "Blake, the friend of yours she tried to kill, is it Liam?" Detective Collins was also the detective in charge of Liam's case. They had earlier interrogated Blake a month ago but the boy was too traumatized to answer any questions. He only answered a few questions that didn't really help with the investigation. But now that he knew that his accident was connected to Jessica, he also had a feeling that Blake actually had Liam's phone. Liam's phone wasn't found on the accident scene, Collins always had a gut feeling that Blake was the one who had taken Liam's phone. It seemed like he was now planning to get justice for his friend!

“Don’t start what you can’t finish in public.” Madison stormed over before he could reply, two clones flanking her. “This is actually pathetic, Blake. You’re slumming it with the school’s charity case because what—pity fuck? Your dad is going to love this.” Blake didn’t raise his voice. He just looked at her, bored. “Your dad can call mine all he wants. I’m not dating you. Never was. Emma’s not a phase. She’s the only person here who doesn’t kiss my ass for my last name.”

Shaun said, “You sound experienced. You must have been cheated on plenty of times before.” He sure was sharp. Blake had indeed been cheated on during his senior year by his then-girlfriend. “What the hell?! Are you looking for a fight?!” Blake was a student-athlete, which meant that he was tall, well-built, and fierce. When he stormed over, I instinctively took a step back from him, but Shaun pulled me into his arms. “Don’t be scared.” I heard him whisper.