Bernard Brave New World Novels & Stories

He knew that he had let Isa go too long without someone setting her straight about the business he was in and why she should never interfere. “No. See if I were to let something like this go then I would have to worry about other people trying to double cross me. It makes me look weak and we can’t have that. In a way this is a good thing. You and your entire family will serve as an example to anyone who would consider double crossing me.” Bernard said, smiling widely at the sound of footsteps and sobbing. “Well, looks like the show is about to start.” Bernard was smiling gleefully as he listened to the feminine voice plead and beg to be let go. He had to admit the young woman was smart enoug

Ben said to Hudson who nodded before leaving. • *. * They were all having dinner, some hot baked spaghetti, when something popped up Alvara’s head “ Erm…. Mr chiseled face…… “ Bernard. That’s my name” Ben corrected. “ Whatever. Remember I asked a question earlier, right?” Alvara asked and Ben raised a brow at her. “ Which was?” He asked. “ Why is there a great racism against we mutants…I mean what did we do?” Alvara asked and Hudson looked up. “ Yeah dad, why?” He asked.

The glimmer in his eyes and smile on his face froze before quickly vanishing. His face turned red from embarrassment. Thankfully, no one was there to witness his embarrassing act. Feng Shaotian averted his attention in the scroll, but there was one problem. He doesn't know how to operate it. Without any choice, he spent more than twenty minutes before it finally worked. Information unknown to him immediately flooded his mind like a vast ocean, integrating itself into his memory. According to the scroll that ‘Hui Qing’ gave him, this world was called Vlody Continent. A chaotic place where slaughter and killing was normal.

A talkative one, at that. “I am Dr Yomi Adedeji, the head of the Ovic Incorporation.” “Oh, so you are the designated bad dude.” “Excuse me?” “The self-appointed bad guy.” The man stared at her, confusion etched on his face; and then chortled like Temi had said the most hilarious thing ever. “Look here, little lady,” he said when he descended from his high throne of laughter. “You are going to help me take over the world... with your body. Inside you is the key to life itself. With you, the Soul Transference Room has to be recreated and I will save the world.”

"Allow me to explain properly. The 'New World' I mentioned is a survivor settlement. There, we have dedicated people searching for supplies daily, we cultivate crops underground, and we raise pigs, sheep, chickens, and geese. In no time, we'll have abundant harvests. "Our leader is Susan Walter. In the settlement, there are thousands of ability users like me. Susan treats people incredibly well—before I became an ability user, I was just an ordinary person. It was her who helped me awaken my powers. "In the New World, anyone who works hard can survive—and survive well. Under Susan's guidance, even ability users aren't allowed to bully ordinary people. Sure, ability users have greater abiliti

The moment we landed, a refreshing chill wrapped around me, the total opposite of the heat outside. Blazewing noticed me shivering and quickly used his power to raise the temperature to something comfortable. I smiled at him. "We've got water and temperature figured out. But what about food?" "That's easy," he said. "I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in."

The Bravado mansion lived up to it's name in terms of luxury, grandeur and style I trembled as I stood inside patiently waiting to be interviewed by the three sons of the Bravado family. Was it too late to walk out and forget it all? Would they accept a nobody like me? I should go back and forget this. I'll get another job. The moment I tried to do just that, I heard his voice. "Where you going? Beautiful" I turned, and it that face, it was so striking, messy hair falling into eyes that were so dreamlike.

(Eve's POV) “This will only take a minute,” Bernard said, smiling sheepishly at me while placing the food container in the microwave. Bernard Smith lived in an all-white interior studio apartment with a calming and relaxing atmosphere, maybe because of the indoor plants that added a touch of nature to the ambiance. I found the place clean and neat for a man living on his own. Even the piles of papers on his desk near the bed were organized. “My hungry tummy can wait,” I chuckled, lifting a small picture frame on the side table. “Your sister?” I joked, betting the woman in the picture was his mother.

He never forgets to give me a brotherly hug and hand me sweets for his every visit. I shivered at the thought. He had been faking it all along. I should have pushed this pervert away then. I should have kicked him out of our estate. Dark humor flashed Bernard’s eyes. ‘When all these end, you know who will end up weeping pathetically? It’s you, dear. It will always be you because you don’t know shit. Go on. Believe that you’re winning. Keep your eyes closed like you’ve been doing for the past years. After all, that’s the only way you can live peacefully in your little cage. You will never free yourself from it. You’ll be stuck in that cage for as long as you live like a flightless bird that y

Spreading his arms with a look of determination, Bernard then continued, "I'm right here, and I say—I'm not afraid of anything! I have always been timid and calculative, but now, I will no longer prioritize personal and corporate interests! "The old me died on Randheli, and every day since is a blessing! So what do I have to fear? It's time I stand up, to fight back against the filth plaguing this world! They can point their guns and weapons at me all they want, but I will fight even if I'm broken and left in pieces!" His impassioned speech, righteous and awe-inspiring, stunned the journalists! They all applauded enthusiastically—aside from the American press who felt attacked and uncomforta