Adam Brody Smallville Novels & Stories

” Brody ~”Maybe I should ask Skye to plaster my ass everywhere, then I would also be married. Damon ~”Believe me you do not want this kind of attention.” Brody ~”Oh here she comes, you all better be nice! Especially you Amber.” Amber ~”Fuck you would swear I am a bitch.” Damon ~”I don't think any of us is going to answer that.” Brody is beyond nervous, I would like to say that Chloe is the one but that is what we all thought of Joelle. And no, Chloe is not my assistant. I am glad to say but after much begging, I got Joelle to stay on as my assistant.

Selene says instantly, smoothing her tunic and tilting her head, her scent shifting into something distinctly inviting. I nudge her hard with my elbow. The last thing I need is my companion attempting to seduce Ivanov’s primary enforcer. “I speak when the Alpha’s interests require it,” Brody explains, his golden eyes fixed on mine. His presence is massive—he’s broader than Ivanov, his arms covered in ancient battle scars, and I can see the outline of a heavy silver-hilted dagger beneath his leather vest. He isn't a wolf to cross. Yet, there’s an underlying familiarity in his bloodline scent that bugs me.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

Just about when she was planning to go up to her room to take a nap, Brody showed up. Her face turned sullen when she saw him. "Brody, why are you here? Do you know how reckless you were? We don't know anything about Severin. What happens if he's actually a very powerful person? It's not a smart move to offend him." Brody looked at Yuka's sexy long legs and gulped. Immediately, he realized it was not the right moment to be doing that. He said apologetically, "Yuka, I'm sorry. I know I acted recklessly just now but I was trying to protect you. I didn't want him to take advantage of you."

Brody, with a smug expression, asks, "Didn't go well with River, huh?" "Nah, she's still trying to convince herself that she still likes your ugly face," I reply, trying to hide my disappointment. "No, she's just trying to figure out your true intentions and if you're just trying to get back at her. I've been stuck in the friend zone this whole time. She'll let me kiss her occasionally, but that's as far as it goes," Brody explains. "Sorry, bro. At least you have Amy as a backup," I say, unable to contain my laughter when Brody gives me a dirty look.

I giggled. “Well then, I guess this will just have to be our secret” he mused and I laughed again. “Does he treat you well, this Brody guy?” he asked, a protective element slipping in to his tone. “Yeah he does. And I do love the guy but he can be a bit of a…” I trailed off trying to find the word to fit Brody. “Dick” I finally settled on.

he purred as his sharp eyes seemed to dissect her every reaction like a scientist studying a particularly interesting specimen. "Nice to meet you." Emmeline kept her tone neutral, professional, even as her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "This is quite unprecedented, you know." Brody's eyes sparkled with predatory interest as he settled back against his desk. "Zavian never introduces me to his acquaintances. He's rather famous for keeping his personal and professional lives strictly separated. You must be... special."

I aimed to keep the conversation light. Brody brought one knee up to her chest and wrapped her arms around it, letting the other stretch straight out. “Man...I think I was six? Dad bought my brother his first skateboard for Christmas one year and I was jealous as hell. I wound up using it more than he did.” She shifted slightly and took a sharp drag off her vape pen. “Anyway, I eventually got my own. This isn’t really anyone else’s scene so I come alone. Olivia never got the hang of it....” I bobbed my head and looked away. Of course she’d be in a talkative mood. All I wanted to do was sit here in silence, but I wasn’t mad at her. It was actually really good to see Brody after she’d seemingl

After all, she had been the one who discovered Brody and helped him rise. What a waste. He didn't know how to protect what he had. Just as she was about to set the phone down, a WhatsApp message from Brody came through. "I took the special role in Whispers in the Wind." She glanced at it and then looked away. … That same night, Brody sat in his room holding his phone with a cigarette in the other hand. He'd rarely smoked before. Now, he was never without one. The bedroom door creaked open. Jolene walked in, wearing a silk nightgown, holding a glass of warm milk.

Alexander kept it vague, not one to get his hands dirty with shady business. The woman, Amber's aunt, latched onto his words like a lifeline and spilled her story in a rush. "Half a year back, my boy Brody quit his job and came home. Spent his days glued to those short video clips. He got hooked on some influencers from up North in Southeast Maison, all glitz and glam, talking big about fat paychecks and free brides. "Brody got stars in his eyes and took some backdoor route to get there. Started off saying he was in business, hitting up friends and family for loans, but... Then I got this video of him beaten black and blue.