Shameless Blake Collins Novels & Stories

"No way. Samantha White. Don't tell me we are talking about THE BLAKE HAWTHORNE are we? I smirked. “Depends. Which Blake Hawthorne are we talking about?” "Blake freaking Hawthorne," she said, nearly yelling. "You're working for him?" I laughed, setting my cup down. “That’s the one. I’m his personal assistant.” Lisa let out a squeal, half in disbelief, half in excitement. “Girl, how is this not the first thing you're telling me?! This is insane! You’ve been holding out on me!” She gaped at me, completely stunned. "Sam baby do you even realize how crazy that is? Blake Hawthorne isn't just any billionaire—he's Blake Hawthorne! He's famous. Powerful. He could literally buy the entire city if he

Why am I being such a coward? No, compose yourself, Shelly. I opened my eyes when I heard Blake snorting in disbelief, almost like he was laughing at me. You have Max with you, Shelly. Yeah, I have Max with me. I raised my head to show him that I'm not afraid but he glanced sideways arrogantly before raising one eyebrow at me, as if questioning my guts. Blake is an Asian guy with dark maroon hair sporting the classic thin white singlet, ripped faded blue jeans and his black leather jacket hanging off his shoulders. He portrayed the stereotypical image of a bad boy. Well, what was I expecting?

Carter Blake POV Oh, for the love of all that’s holy, if anyone deserves a crash course in Common Sense 101, it’s me. I’ve royally, spectacularly, no-questions-asked screwed up. And “screwed up” doesn’t even cut it. Let’s call it a level-five catastrophe. No. Level-six. Maybe seven. I’ve invited Cole Cole Williams, in case your brain skipped over that into my apartment. Cole. Legendary hockey player. Single dad. Tall, dark, devastatingly gorgeous. My huge crush, my secret daydream, my walking, talking nightmare of self-control. And I’ve basically invited him here so I can…well…rub my hands over him. Naked. In my living room.

Because he was a star who couldn't handle a deeper investigation, and because his father was drowning in a financial crisis, Blake’s spirit grew darker. Not long after, Love More announced they were releasing the highlights from the coastal shoot. This was the footage of me and the ‘Mystery Alpha.’ Blake sat in his darkened den, drinking red wine and shaking with agitation. He refused to believe there was a male in this world with a presence more dominant than his. His fans were already howling, demanding to know who the thief was who took Blake’s place… “Stop drinking. Haven't you had enough shame caught on film?” his manager warned.

Ethan clenched his fist while Ashlyn's grasp on the steering wheel tightened. "I didn't want to tell you or anyone anything because Sir had forbade me, but I don't know how this news became viral and all over the internet. I think Sophia did this because, you don't know, I received a call sometime ago saying the morcilla company went bankrupt. They are destroyed." "What do you mean?" Ashlyn frowned. "Sophia leaked their intimate photos over the internet." In those photos, her face wasn't clear, but Zerus was all naked making out with her." Ethan hesitated to speak about that, but he had to, so he explained everything.

I watched leisurely as they headed for Chloe and Evelyn, fucking them hard like they both hadn't been in me a few seconds ago. I gave myself a mental note to join them later but for now, I'd think about how this video was going to ruin Jasmine forever. I sat on the couch with my wine glass in my hand, my legs crossed, and a soft smile on my face. The influencers had left an hour ago as well as the editor and it was just me and the girls. My phone buzzed. The editor had sent the file. The voice note was ready. I clicked play and listened. “I used Blake… for fame,” the voice said.

"Of course. There's nothing to forgive." Blake gazed down at her tenderly, using his thumb to swipe away the tear. "You know it doesn't matter to me. The arrest. The nudity." He rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe I'm not excited about the nudity, but I'd never Dom your career. The thing is, you don't have to hide anything from me." Shasta's expression was skeptical. He laughed lightly and kissed her nose. "Come help me finish up with dinner."

How great іt would bе, tо live іn a wоrld where you dоn’t ѕuѕресt thе mаn in уоur lіfе іѕ hіdіng ѕоmеthіng bіg frоm you. Thаt’ѕ what іt’ѕ come dоwn to wіth Blake. Aѕ ѕеxу аnd реrѕuаѕіvе аnd ѕtrоng аnd wоndеrful аѕ he іѕ, thеrе’ѕ some fundаmеntаl dishonesty.

I stood. "And you know what else?" Lila didn't answer. I leaned down, my voice a whisper. "I choose him too" I walked away, leaving Lila sitting there, her face pale, her hands shaking. By the end of the day, the narrative had shifted. Not just on set, but online. A grainy, unauthorized clip from the rehearsal had leaked. My scene. My words. My presence. It spread like wildfire. > "Amara Collins DESTROYS Lila Monroe in First Day of Eclipse Rehearsal!"

Cameras swung toward him like iron to a magnet. “You think you can destroy me with lies?” he roared, his voice cracking. “You’re nothing without my name! Without me, you’re...” I did not flinch. I met his gaze calmly. “Without you, Nathaniel, we are free. Free to rebuild, to heal, to thrive. Your power came from fear, and fear no longer rules here.” The silence that followed was electric. Even the cameras seemed to hold their breath. A voice, a reporter’s, broke through the tension. “Mr. Blake, how do you respond to these verified documents linking you to financial coercion, blackmail, and attempted political sabotage?”