Bk Borison Novels & Stories

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

Robbie chirps sounding happy as fucking Larry. "You fucking bastards!" Bonnie's dad suddenly screams. I think his reaction was very delayed. I turn my attention to him as I walk over to him until I'm standing next to Elder Rick. "The only bastard here is you. You see while I was thinking about all of the ways that I could kill you, one thing kept coming to mind. While you have always been a bastard to Bonnie, there's nothing you wouldn't do for Rowan and Blue so, I figured the best form of punishment for you would be to watch your children's lives end before your own eyes."

She didn’t say anything, but continue staring at me. “Rosie, please?” “I’ll think about it.” And just with that, she brushed me off. As I looked up, I saw Bonnie walking towards us with both hands holding two cups of drink. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he slid the drink to Rosie. “Are you seriously stalking Rosie?” “I just happened to be here.” He rolled his eyes, “yeah, talking about fate here.” Bonnie then push a chair and sit. “Why does it have to be raining.” He grumbled, loud enough for me to hear.

I rubbed them with my hands, erroneously thinking my vision failed me for staying in this cooped-up space. But the image did not change. “What are you doing here, Boris?” My confusion cleared when I heard Alpha Douglas addressed Boris in puzzlement. “Boris Ferguson, the former Beta of the Red Stone Pack, what are you doing here? This matter does not concern you anymore.” At Ben’s nudge, Boris stepped forward, ignoring Alpha Douglas' dismissal of his presence. “I came here as a witness. I can prove Erin Acklen’s innocence in the crime of Alpha Leo’s murder.” Boris declared, surprising me and everyone present in the room.

It seemed like they had a result already. Boris used to be Archer’s assistant. After being hailed the queen, I had been trying to find him. He was the one who had made my brother’s life a living hell when he was still in prison along with Ronan and my mother. He was the reason why Archer couldn’t use his legs anymore.

Dexter**** “ none other than your mother in law Bitch, she was popping that dusty P**** on a longgg c*** last night at her job. The janitor apparently only snitched after she turned him down to slob on his banana….. he went and told all the workers that were present that night and word got back to the boss man. He didn’t even have the conversation about terminating her employment, he sent her a text to not bother cleaning the desk just take it with her and don’t bother showing up tomorrow or In the next lifetime.”