Shameless Blake Collins Novels & Stories

"You know you both are on thin ice for keeping these things from me even though I do understand why." That said Blake phased back to check on Mackayla his anger dissipating as he gazed at her curled in a ball, he would have to talk to Shelly, Sasha and Leon in the next few days. However he would talk with Jason when he arrived though he had a feeling it would do no good. He could understand their loyalty not that it made it any easier and from what Carson said she was hiding a dangerous secret. Mackayla stirred mumbled something in her sleep and turned in her sleep, her top sliding up to reveal the underside of her breast and tone tummy and Blake phased down to the gym to work out some frust

He would be doing everything to save Karen's head instead. This wasn't how she had planned it out. It was supposed to be Karen lying in the hospital bed. But now that she just learned that it was actually Tina and not Karen that made the defaming post about her, she didn't feel a bit of pity for her. She just needed to make sure nothing gets linked to her and she would be fine and would only have Karen to deal with next. **************************************** Collins stood beside the wine shelf in his house staring at the bottle of wine in his hand. In the last couple of days, he had drank more wine than he had ever drank ever since he stopped hanging out with his friends.

But surprisingly, someone notice it and even replied to it. "Let me be that someone then." He reads. He cant help but to laugh out loud. Who would have wrote that? Grinning to himself, he look for a sharp stone and wrote something on the same tree once again. 'Then lets meet each other and be together...' *+* A/N And that it! The Misadventures Of Anastasia Collins is finally done! Horay! I wanted to say many thank you to everyone who made it until the end. Thank you for joining Anastasia's adventure. I love you all.

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.

“Hell must have frozen over.” “Or he finally hit rock bottom.” I pull up the thread. Read it again. “I don’t forgive him. Not yet. But this is, it’s something.” “It’s growth. Or the beginning of it.” Lena checks her phone. “Also, Camille Brooks just posted something. You should see it.” My stomach drops. “What now?” She shows me. I*******m post. Camille in a studio. Professional makeup. Serious face. **Big interview dropping tonight. Vanessa Hart speaks her truth about the Blackwood scandal. You won’t want to miss this. 9 PM EST. Link in bio.**

And I always was. Axel didn’t even pretend to be okay. He stopped talking to everyone. He disappeared during the day, skipped classes, came home late, and when he eventually showed up, he just… stared at me. He kept acting like he wanted to say something to me but didn’t know how. His eyes always looked empty, as if there was something broken inside him. And then Blake Coleman showed up. I’d seen him around a few times because he was from the neighboring pack, the Blackridge pack. He was charming and had a good-looking face that always made girls giggle, but he wasn’t arrogant and full of himself like I expected. He seemed calm and down-to-earth.

As he neared the hallway, he whispered to himself, so low it barely touched the walls. "Step one… done." *** As he entered the car outside the building, Christian pulled out his phone. Notifications buzzed like wildfire. Video clips of his speech were everywhere— “CHRISTIAN BLAKE MAKES SHOCKING PUBLIC APOLOGY TO ESTRANGED WIFE” “Blake’s Tears: CEO Apologizes to Crystal in Viral Speech” #ForgiveHim #ChristianAndCrystal #Redemption Every social platform lit up with his face, his words, his broken truth.

I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Then that's all that matters." “But he’s just so well put together.” “You’ll do great,” my uncle says, giving me a gentle nudge toward the door. I watched this man glide toward me. Suddenly, I felt underdressed. My semi-casual outfit paled in comparison to how he appeared. I felt like a fixer-upper who needed complete renovation. "Hi, Treasure, I’m Blake Crenshaw," he introduced himself, his deep tenor voice triggering butterflies to tussle in my stomach for the first time.

For months, this asshole had been playing God with our careers, trying to ruin Stephen and me, sabotage our stats, and push Amber into a fucking breakdown just so he could line his own goddamn pockets with fifteen grand. Fifteen thousand dollars. That’s what our sweat, blood, and entire futures were worth to this greedy motherfucker. But Blake’s media bomb had completely shattered his armor, and the internal administrative review Stephen sent to Coach Vance was about to bury him six feet under. Ryan finally stood up, grabbing his training jersey. But instead of walking out to the pitch, he looked at his phone, and I watched his face turn entirely gray. His thumbs were flying across the scree

Due to these murmers and cold breeze touching his body making him shiver Blake slowly opened his eyes. He looked around and saw people were looking at him with disgust then he looked down at himself he was completely naked. This was the biggest humiliation for him. Again whole Russia's business news was on fire that "the great tycoon Blake Hemsworth was found hung naked on the road" "Shameful act of countries business tycoon" .