Adam Brody Smallville Novels & Stories

“Salmon?” “I promised him some when I hauled him out of that stinking garage,” Brody said matter-of-factly. “I figured I owed him. It's not often a man's given such a chance to impress his lady love, is it? It did impress you, I hope?” he added mockingly. “Brody, this is crazy…” Alanis said helplessly as she slipped her arms into her coat. “You know there's no point…” “Everyone can be a little crazy sometimes, didn't you know that?”

More wolves emerged from the tree line, this was the biggest attack we had encountered in a while and it made me wonder if someone had sent them. The next thing I know I’m being pinned down by two rogues, both snapping at my face. My vision goes blank briefly as Brody takes over. He was a killer and this is what he was made to do. Brody roared loudly shaking the trees around us and flew from the floor, taking one of the rogues with him. I watch in the background as he pinned the rogue against a tree and tore at his face.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be so silly anymore!” He was not about to anticipate such inhumane torture again. When Charis came back and saw that Brody was healed, she asked in a daze, “G-Grandpa… you’re well now? You look radiant!” Brody laughed and nodded. “That’s right. Dr. Yarde has healed me! I don’t have to rush you into getting married and having a baby anymore!” Charis flushed as she cried in embarrassment, “Grandpa!” Brody wore a kind expression as he got off the bed and pulled open a drawer to retrieve a bank card and pass it to Kayson.

We hadn’t talked since our moment in the bathroom and the memory made my face feel warm and my heartbeat quickly. I paused when I noticed Brody was still there and he was watching me. “Oh, I thought you had left,” I said, giving him a kind smile. Brody was also very kind to me; I wouldn’t say he was my friend. In fact, he was more Scott’s friend than mine. But he was gentle and sweet. For someone who was a jock, he didn’t have a mean bone in his body, and he kept his grades up so he could stay on the team. He was a straight-A student and excels at almost everything he does.

Only someone like Ocelotte could bring warmth to Molly’s life. Brody admitted to himself that he wasn’t enough. His quiet and restrained affection was too thin, too fleeting to stand against the test of time. But Ocelotte was different; he had a loving family composed of good siblings, wonderful parents, and an unyielding devotion to Molly. Brody thought about it, gritting his teeth, permitting himself this moment of bitterness and envy, even if it contorted his usually calm demeanor. Tonight marked Brody's final evening in Brookesville. Tomorrow, he would return to his hometown to fetch his mother before they left for Singalune together.

I told her, and she turned to greet him for the first time. Brody had an odd look on his face. I can't remember if he had ever been part of our FaceTime conversations. I don't think he was very interested in having a new sister. He liked to keep to himself and play video games in his room. He was a good student, did his chores and his homework, so he was always allowed free time. He didn't have a lot of friends. He was just a quiet kid. He took after his mom that way, never having much to say but always thinking.

Harris smiled, loving how well Brody was fitting in and getting along with his friends and family. Harris sits back and watches Brody talk with his brother and Gabriel. Brody's smile is contagious, and whatever he is saying must have been funny since his brother and Gabriel were laughing. Harris didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. He was too busy watching his mate, both shocked and amazed at how different this person was. His heart beats a little faster when Brody turns his head and looks at him, flashing his charming smile that has Harris swooning. He's handsome! His lush brown hair is short and styled perfectly. His face is smooth with a shadow above his lip and along his