Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

She refused to believe he hadn't left anything behind. "Hey! You can't just barge into my house! Get out!" the new tenant shouted in panic. Ignoring her, Evelyn found a crumpled piece of paper in the gap beneath the couch in the corner. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it. It was a corneal donation consent form that had been crumpled, then smoothed out, and ultimately left discarded in a corner. The date on it was the day she'd won the race and said she was going to dump Matthew.

“Hand them here.” He passes me a purple crocheted blanket, and I rub it against my cheek. Auntie Madwen knit this. I’ve had it since I was a pup. He gives me more—patchwork quilts and pillows and flannel sheets, a down comforter, thin but warm and soft. I pile them just so. Almost perfect. Not quite. I shove everything to one side and start again. Cadoc is watching me, and that’s fine. I don’t need him yet. Not until I get it in order.

"A baby wrapped in a Moonveil cloth—and it looked like he was abandoned." My eyes became blunt, and everything went dark. The scout held up a small blue cloth, stained with ash. I recognized it instantly. It was Leo's blanket. Immediately the world became blank and meaningless. And then I collapsed.

He holds it outstretched the way he saw me do with Zara. “My friend Jasper here is a human. He couldn’t hurt you if he tried. He is sitting on the floor so you can smell him.” I say to the blanket, using my friendliest tone. “I’m going to take this off of you, so we can talk to you face to face, okay? If you talk to us, I have some burgers and fries in my backpack for you. I know you smell it. We just want to talk, then you can have the food.”

Scar folds her arms and turns away, glaring out of the window when she is not even sure what she’s upset about, “I’m just worried about our deal.” Silco's lips curve up, and his eyes are light gentle, and caring, but right before Scar turns around to peek at him he looks away and hides that moment of his true self-- “Speaking of our deal,” Silco opens his suitcase at foot, pulling out a black invitation card with golden edges, “I bear a gift for you.” The curious new toy successfully made Scar put the little moment at the back of her mind, “What’s this? HA?” On the front are two gilded words: Heritage Auctions.

His father remained in bed until sunrise, tired from all his work the previous day. Both he and Ice helped their mom as soon as they woke up. They received their gifts, which are normally new clothes to wear. They’re all good, though. Fit them nicely and make them look more handsome for some reason. Sab came with her mother, who spent her time with the older ladies. She found Ice, greeting him with a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek, before presenting him with another of her usual gift. It’s a handkerchief with his name embroidered on a corner. Clyde saw them and became expectant as he approached them. However, Sab merely greeted him with a smile and handed him a slightly bigger box. She go

Scarlett did not struggle this time, as she had no strength left. “The alpha wants you to have this. It's always given to anyone who gets banished” one of the guards threw a bag at her feet before all of them got into the van and drove off. Leaving her cold and alone. Scarlett raised her hand to slap the bag away and scream that she didn't need their help but paused with her hands still raised. She did not know what was inside the bag. She was out here in the cold without any money or extra clothes. She picked up that bag and tore it open. What was inside was a blanket and some money.

The blanket was made of fine artificial intelligence that heated and thickened to help the wearer drive off the freezing temperatures. He covered the girl in the blanket while Brecc put his clothes on. The blanket voiced her vitals. “Let’s take her back to the cabin,” Eros said, picking her up and rushing back to the house. They walked into the cabin and found Charlotte and Alessandra drinking tea. He put the girl on one of the sofas and moved the blanket enough to see her face. Her hair had gone from soaked to damp with the heat from the blanket. He pushed the strands away and stared at her face in shock.

This needed to stop immediately. Scott exited the prison and went up to the ground floor. He opened a storage cupboard and found several sets of clothes, intentionally kept in case a werewolf needed them, along with some blankets. First, Scott dressed himself. Then he considered dressing the girl too, but it seemed difficult. Finally, Scott grabbed a blanket and headed back downstairs. He spread the blanket and tossed it to cover her body. Not long after the blanket landed on her, she opened her eyes and looked up. Her eyes locked onto Scott’s with a fierce gaze. Scott stood near the bars, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What exactly do you need?" There was no way she was going to tell him. "If I can just be taken to my room, the maids will know what I need. Please." Dylan was getting impatient. It was just blood, right? "Wrap the blankets around you." He said. "All the blankets." "But... the blood..." "Just do as I say." He snapped. Mortified, Scarlett pulled the blankets off the bed and wrapped it around her body. She stood there, looking like a single hotdog and waiting for Dylan's next instruction.