Why Does Blade Hate Dan Heng Novels & Stories

My hands were trembling so hard I had to clench them into fists just to stop it. The woman scrambled, pulling the blanket around her, muttering something that sounded like an apology. Or maybe it was just my imagination. I couldn’t even look at her. My eyes were locked on him. Daniel. The same man I’d been killing myself for these past few months. The man I defended to everyone who said he was lazy, the man I worked overtime for so he wouldn’t have to worry. The man I’d just spent the bus ride thinking about, wondering how to fix us.

“Yes, that was exactly why he brought his men here. He came here to kill you.” Shyla shook her head and went on, “He wanted to see the brother, this Jericho his dad always told him about. His dad../. your dad always used to point out the difference between the two of you when he got pissed off at Blade. Always used to tell Blade that if he couldn’t behave he’d come get you and bring you home to take his place instead of Blade. That was one of the reasons Blade hated you all your life. His dad used you as a sword over his head.”

Today, there was no cane or cigar in his hands—just the cold, calculating presence of a man who ruled with an iron fist. Instinctively, I tried to pull my hand from Dontrell’s grip, but he tightened his hold, releasing only my left hand, keeping me firmly in place. My body shifted toward Mr. Blade, but our hands stayed locked, a silent defiance only Dontrell could manage. Mr. Blade’s expression shifted as his gaze moved from me to his son. His sharp features twisted with anger then softened—concern, perhaps—before hardening into rage. “Which of them dared touch my son?” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the vast room. “I don’t care whose blood it is—it’ll spill. Starting with the remnan

Blade could see the longing in Xana’s eyes and knew that she wanted that, even with her trickery concerning the King she wanted to feel loved, she wanted someone to look at her like she was the only one that existed. Blade knew he could never give that to her as he was more like her father and he despised all females for the weakness that they brought out in powerful males. However, even though he knew she would resent their joining and that she would fight him on everything, she would be his prize. He just needed to get her alone. Maybe after he has done a little snooping around the kingdom he could sneak her away and make her his. Slipping away from the Blood Moon Ball Blade makes his way

Blade also remembered the time when he almost fell in love with Crystal when he was in a difficult time and had no other allies. But he also realized that he only felt sorry for her because he seemed to understand Crystal's situation. "But… didn't you feel like you really loved him for once?" Maddison's brows furrowed as she raised the question. She bent down to play with the hem of her dress. Blade hesitated to answer Maddison's question. "N-No a-actually. I want Crystal to be happy and I'm glad I met her. But not in the way that I love him romantically. I love her only as a family."

My tears flowed incessantly as I quietly listened to Blade, staring into his eyes. “ - If at first we were both enveloped in anger and wanted revenge, now everything has changed as we find the one we truly love. We seem to want more peace and contentment than being able to take revenge on those who once hurt us. Crystal, Maddison, and I have already talked. During the time you were not at Spencer’s manor I took that chance to talk to him again. And, I was not disappointed to know that he still loved me and that the only thing that kept him with Liam was to save our son. ” he stopped for a moment and he hardly gulped. Blade seems to feel differently now as well. I could hardly see him

Every single time he said it, my heart fluttered, At one point, Blade appeared again, grinning like he had just won a lifetime bet. “My Luna,” he greeted dramatically, bowing low. “Oh no,” I laughed, covering my face slightly. “Not you too.” “Especially me,” he shot back, staring pointedly at Damien, who was already giving him a sharp look, “Behave.” Damien whispered, “I am behaving,” Blade replied innocently. I smiled despite myself. There was something comforting about the way they interacted, like two brothers who both hated each other’s guts, but also loved and trusted one another. .

But both of them didn’t give up and still dove head-on, placing their hearts on the line and giving both males the benefit of the doubt. And look where they are now? But I also knew Blade was different from their males. While Lucius and Adan are experiencing love for the first time with Patrea and Lucy, Blade is the opposite. He had loved before and didn’t want to let go of that love, even if the person was no longer here. How could I challenge that? I was so resigned to just giving up and moving on, but I knew deep inside I wanted Blade. And I wanted him to see me as me, not as a replacement for his former mate.

Why is he acting this way? "Back off, Allan!" I warned him, without stopping. I couldn't waste a single second, knowing how serious this situation was. Blade was an alpha who was kicked out of his pack because of me. The jerk killed his mate, and he also tried to force himself on a human girl, convinced she was perfect to be his Luna. As a human, she could only shift if she made up with her destined mate, and Blade wasn't destined for her. He was a psychopath who developed feelings for the girl and thought he had the right to claim her against her will. When she couldn't bear the trauma anymore, she begged for help, revealing all the crimes Alpha Blade had committed against her and his long-

“Then don’t watch. Stand with me. Because I can’t fight this war without you.” She shook her head, sobbing. “You shouldn’t need me for that.” “I don’t need you for war,” I said, voice low. “I need you for everything after.” Blade muttered under his breath, flicking ash. “Well, isn’t this a Hallmark moment. Too bad we’re standing in a graveyard.” Nova turned on him, eyes blazing. “Shut your mouth, Blade! Do you ever take anything seriously?” Blade held her stare, then softened—just a little. “You think I don’t? I’ve bled for him. I’ve bled for this family. Don’t tell me I don’t take it seriously, Nova.”