Victor Blake Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was fucked. "Where are they Blake, I want to take everything from you the same way you took everything from me" Tessa said emerging from the white SUV, behind him a heavily built guard. "Your Family saw it coming, you should be grateful I left you alive" Blake said staring through her. Tessa just cracked a smile that separated her red hot cherry lips showing her white as snow set of teeth. "That was your biggest regret" She said and a guard came from behind and knocked Blake out with a barrel of his gun.

His voice was haughty, grating on her last nerves, and she had to take a deep breath to get her temper under control. "I'm sorry Sir, but Blake has been missing for more than a month now... are we just going to forget that he ever existed, let him rot somewhere? This is not fair, Blake was one of your best..." He cut her off, waving her words away as if they meant nothing to him. "Yes he was, but he got discovered, he's a useless ghost agent now because the enemy already knows his real identity. Do I have to remind you of all the protocols?" April took a step closer to the man. "I know what you mean Mr. Sanchez, but I expected a little more empathy from you. Without Blake we wouldn't have go

When I blink again, I notice that I’m in the forest behind the Volkov mansion. In the distance I can see lit torches and chanting; someone walks past me and I see sixteen-year-old Viktor following close behind his brothers Kon and Dimitri. We’re all dressed in black cargo shorts and no t-shirts while wearing somber expressions. I swallow hard, knowing what’s happening tonight and the backlash it caused. Kai’s becoming Alpha and naming Kon as his Beta, Dimitri as his Gamma and me as his Delta. He mentioned naming Nikolai the Epsilon when he comes of age, too.

“Damien told me not to. But you said you had proof. So show me.” He nodded slowly and gestured toward the old couch. “Sit. Please. I know I’ve been a shitty father. But this… this is important.” I stayed standing. “I’m not staying long. Just tell me what you have.” My eyes searched the room for any suspicious activity. Victor rubbed his face, looking genuinely tired. “That man you’re with… Damien Blackwood. He’s not who you think he is. He’s got power. Real dark power. People disappear when they cross him. I’ve seen it.”

The mansion was still, the halls bathed in a soft golden glow. But Liam couldn’t sleep. Not after what happened in the boutique. Not after nearly kissing her… again. He sat in the dim guest house, his laptop open in front of him, a bitter taste on his tongue. The file glowed on the screen: PROJECT BLAKEFALL – Target: Victor Westbrook. Status: Undercover Active He hesitated before opening the encrypted chat with the resistance group he answered to,his father's legacy.

I half-expected him to check my scent for weakness. "Aldridge," Mason said, his voice steady. "Meet Rowan Blake. Your daughter." Victor narrowed his eyes, his silence stretching until it became an insult. He hadn't said a single word to me. Julian squeezed my hand in a silent show of solidarity. "Is this a play for leverage, Cross?" Victor asked, a low threat vibrating in his chest.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and stopped Vicdor Blake. "I just want to see them off!" Vicdor Blake's voice was very hoarse, his face was full of beard, and he looked very haggard. It seemed that he had not had a good life. "You don't deserve it!" Alice glared at him: "Vicdor Blake, do you know who the kidnapper is?" "Who?" Vicdor Blake asked with a frown.

I said. “You?” He looked me up and down. “No offense, I’m sure you do a lot of good with your foundation or whatever, but Blake—” “We used to date,” I said. “Ethan is his son.” Victor’s eyes widened and he took a gulp of his coffee.

"I can help you, Amelia. I can end this for you. Tonight, if you want." Amelia's eyes narrowed. "How exactly?" Victor put the pen down. He leaned forward, his voice dropping low. "I can deal with Catalina And the Reyes family. And Alexander Blackwood. All of them. Permanently." The words hung in the air like smoke. Amelia's heart started pounding in her chest. She kept her face still. "I don't want anyone killed, Victor." Victor laughed. It was a cold, quiet laugh. "Who said anything about killing?"

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”