Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

"Our wolves will see what happens when the snow falls." After Ivanov passes his moonstone card to pay the keeper, our boots navigate back to the white Cobra. He carries my heavy bag of explicit scrolls with one hand, sliding his other thick palm straight into the back pocket of my tight trail jeans, holding my male hip flush against his thigh as we walk. My eyes cannot help but glance up at his jaw.

Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time. “You’re different though,” she added, sitting up. “Most cops get mean. You… you get hard instead. I like that.” Matt shifted in his seat. “It’s cold in there. You want a blanket?” Scarlett’s eyes lit up. “That would be nice. See? You’re sweet.” He walked down the hall to the supply closet and grabbed a gray wool blanket. When he came back, Scarlett was standing at the bars. He started to push the blanket through, but she reached out fast and caught his wrist.

By the time Luca arrived, the dissolution agreement was folded beneath my blanket. He came in with one of his men behind him. The man placed a cream-colored box on the table and left without a word. Luca said, “I had them send a few things over from the estate. You’ll be more comfortable here.” Inside were a wool recovery blanket, a silver-handled brush, and a small velvet case. For a moment, he almost looked like the man I remembered. Calm, careful, faintly guilty. Then I saw the order slip tucked beneath the blanket.

Like someone had tried to erase it. Or claw their way through it. My fingers hovered over the seam. The whisper sighed beneath the floor. Little heir. The plank popped loose. I flinched. Damien moved closer instantly, but did not touch me. Inside the narrow space beneath the floorboards was a bundle wrapped in faded white cloth. A baby blanket. My baby blanket. I knew it before I touched it. Pale cotton. Frayed edges. Tiny blue flowers stitched along one corner. Only now, silver thread had been wrapped around it.

Such as; scented candles, bath soak, plush robe, a wool cardigan, and a soft blanket. She took the blanket to feel the softness that made her picture her in mind, snuggled with it. “Thank you Kyros, these are so thoughtful of you.” “It’s nothing. I just picked whatever I could find at the mall. You wouldn’t believe I was this close to calling my mom.” Maria smiled. “You still did great.” They might have been ready to take baskets, but it warmed her heart that he’d gone through the trouble of getting her something. “Oh, there’s more,” He said and snapped his hand like he came up with a brilliant idea.

I can smell the cheap alcohol on their scents and clearly they have been celebrating Skylar’s birthday the night before also. I am forced to mind-link as my wolf if unable to communicate with her in any other way. Except for biting her, but we can hold out for a few more seconds. “Where are my clothes Skylar?” I growl at her through the mind-link. “They have been donated to a homeless charity. We’ve actually done you a favour!” Skylar giggles as she brings Melody, Tanya and Isla in on the mind-link. “Yep we’ve done you a service!” Melody, Skylar’s shadow, decides to join in.

I pushed the thought away, the implications too dark to face yet. "And the Ironwood wolf?" I pressed, my hand gripping the edge of the metal table until the steel began to groan. "The one who took the blanket. Why? Why take a piece of cloth from a dead child?" Vexley’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an exit that didn't exist. "The client... the client wanted proof of the lineage. They didn't want the body; they wanted the soul. Taking the blanket was... it was a ritual. Or a confirmation. I don't know! I’m just the lawyer!"

The men all spun around and stared into the van, squinting at the spot Scars had mentioned. Sure enough, they saw what looked like a pile of blankets – and the pile was breathing. Quiet and shallow, to be sure, but still sucking in air. “Shit,” Wolf muttered, wondering if he should send one of the guys to his office to get his gun locked in the wall safe. “What the hell?” “No idea.” Viking was utterly astonished. “Wolf – I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone back there at all.”

I started inspecting them for tears, when I found something in the bottom of one bag that caught my eye. It was a little black price tag. It had been cut off something, and fell down into the shopping bag… I read the print and realized it belonged to my new, super warm blanket that I loved so much. My jaw nearly hit the floor when my eyes landed on the price. It cost over $1,000. No wonder it was so amazing. But that’s when I knew that it had been a gift from Nolan all along. No way was Tina buying me thousand-dollar blankets on a whim.