Shameless Blake Collins Novels & Stories

“What does that change? I'm trying not to lose it here. I have been running this business for the past couple of years now. Nothing bad happened back then. And nothing will happen now. Mr Blake chuckled. “You seem not to understand what's going on right now. Blake Haven is becoming an object of ridicule in the online space. You better fix this!” His father stormed out of the house. Ryan pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it open. Last night's embarrassment was the object of discussion. There were clips of him escaping through Erik's car. Something needed to be done. But, what?

Lewis' voice was loud, drawing the other customers' attention. I kept my head down, quietly rinsing cups as I ignored the mockery in his tone. It wasn't like I hadn't dealt with this before back in college. After a conflict back then, I got expelled from college. My future was basically over. I could only juggle multiple part-time jobs just to afford Evelyn's surgery. Just then, one of the scions who'd been staring at me suddenly blurted out, "Wait, isn't he that bar host?" The others immediately looked at me with open disdain.

It had protected him, elevated him, and fed his arrogance. Without it, he was nothing but an exposed, frightened man standing under bright lights, surrounded by people who had finally seen through him. Before Sheldon could respond, hurried footsteps echoed from the side of the hall. Instantly, one of Jack’s men rushed forward, his face pale, sweat lining his forehead. He was gasping, as though he had run a long distance without stopping. “Mr. Collins,” the man said, struggling to catch his breath, “Hurst Corp has blacklisted the Collins family.”

I narrowed my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “No thanks. I won’t be attending.” “Oh, come on—” I hung up before she could finish. I stared down at my phone, my jaw tight. Blake. That bastard. Did he really have no shame? He was married, and yet he was still chasing after me in such blatant ways. Then again, what shame had he ever had? He’d made me his mistress only to marry Leila behind my back. That man had never known the meaning of dignity. With a long sigh, I slid my phone back into my bag.

I began “You cannot do that , do you know how huge this would be if Noah gets a wind of it. It has just been one fucking week since he got into this school and despite how hot he looks and he actually does look insanely hot, I know that, but he is definitely bad news” I could see the worry written all over Candace's face as she spoke When Blake had blackmailed me into doing this, I had requested for a week to make it look plausible at least I had to go along with this because i had no idea whether everything he said was a bluff or if he was actually serious “I honestly don't care what Noah thinks about me and Blake. I am so done with him” I murmured as i ventured into her closet space “Noah

Like they are eating me… Blake is dressed quite casually in jeans and a shirt. The shirt open to the middle of his chest, revealing the tanned and toned chest I have seen whilst training. Soon I would be seeing an awful lot more of him than I wanted to, and the thought turned my stomach. He was a handsome man, of that there was no doubt, but he was not a nice man. Inside he was cold. Calculated. Ruthless and in truth, pure evil. He may have been good to me, but that was for the things I could offer him, deep down I knew that.

she murmured, unaware she spoke out loud. Blake raised his head and looked at Nicola. “Yes, Miss Rhymes, it is.” His deep voice hit her right in the stomach. Nicola stared into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. Blake Echols was a handsome man with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and broad shoulders. The only fault she could find was his expression… He looked way too sad, too severe… Like he had no joy in his life. Realizing she was staring, Nicola swallowed hard and lowered her eyes.

Blake stands tall at the wooden podium. His dark eyes scan the room, passing the bright chandeliers, and stop directly at Table 1—on my father, my mother, and me. "Tonight was advertised as a celebration of hope," Blake begins into the microphone. His deep voice echoes through the silent ballroom, clear and chillingly calm. "It was advertised as a night to raise money for innocent children. But before we open our wallets, we must talk about the truth. We must talk about what happens when privileged people commit terrible acts and hide behind their names."

The two of them now realized that they were acting a bit too much, so they laughed and then bowed their heads to eat to cover their shame. After eating, she and Edwards left. Maybe she should let the past bury forever, now she is very happy not only because she wants revenge but breaks this happiness. After all, she had put Salena in jail, so she was going to give Hans Watson a chance to make amends. The past is also the past, so if you can let it go, let it go. The supercar stopped in front of the Collins mansion. When the two entered, they saw Kan's worried face, Edwards frowned unhappily looking at Kan waiting for him to speak

Alex use to talk about his friends and had once told me that Blake is an orphan,he lived with his uncle who was never home. I banged angrily on the door repeatedly. Within a few minutes the door swung open. Blake was standing in front of me with his messy but cute hair all over the place,he was shirtless and putting on black sweat pants. His perfectly laid abs were on full display alongside his contracted muscles. I couldn't help but swallow. He was just as hot as Alex but i think Alex was way hotter. I quit out of my trance and gave him the meanest glare i could form. "Hey Liv.....what a surprise, where's Alex?"He smiled at me.