Braces Novels & Stories

I continued my struggle, right untill my eyes fell on him. It was his Rubio hair I saw first, and next his tan skin under his white shirt which he had left the first three buttons open, and my heart had began to beat faster than normal. "Roderigo, look who I brought. Meet Rose, Rose Roderigo." Jade announced with excitement. As Roderigo turned to look at me, our eyes clashed and I felt my heart leave for my stomach. His deep blue eyes starred into mine, and his dimpled smile sent shudders right through me.

Jorge shot back. “It's okay, Jorge, y'all, I'll be fine,” I said to them, and they nodded. The chamber was colder than the night. Bare bulbs swung overhead, throwing sick light across three figures waiting at the far end. Shirtless. Scarred. Tattooed torsos marked by fire and iron. I've been seeing this lately. Shirtless, scarred, tattooed. Long white hair hung past their shoulders—symbols of rank. The alphas. The three leaders of the Volkov Bratva. The ones who needed the Boss Lady of Elysium.

Bonnie's eyes teared up as she hugged Grace tightly. "Oh Grace!" She cried. "I know we haven't known each other that long but...I love you." Grace smiled, "I love you too." Lorenzo smiled as he stood outside Grace's door. "And I love you too, tesoro."

Maybe they're all high on tranquilizer—a little laughable, because it seemed like basic rules cause it was pasted on a golden plate high up on the wall behind the reception area: ‘No noise, No frowns, No problem, A healthy mind. Maxwell tutted and whispered to himself, “Is it everyone that smiles that's happy?” He stopped at the reception and was greeted by the least busy receptionist, “Hello! How are you doing? How many I help you, Sir?”. The pretty lady had braces on. The tag on her shirt right above her breast had the name ‘Tori’ on it.

Even though a huge part of me still doubts it, I'll be able to make him something before he gets downstairs. With the newly established resolution, I got off of my bed. Slipping my feet inside my fluffy slippers, I hoist myself in a standing position. Paddling inside the bathroom and stopping right at the sink. I stare right at my reflection. My sandy blonde hair was flying all over. My pale skin was caked with acne, blemishes, and pimples. My eyes looked red and puffy with a huge bag underneath, due to lack of rest. My small button-up nose. My protruding teeth were wired with braces for them to straighten up. My lips looked chapped due to excessive licking of

"Do not move. Do not pull away, or the bone will set crooked." Bram gave a single nod. "Do it." * * *

at the library and awkwardly bring up related topics. One day, he brought me a pair of silver bracers set with deep-sea blue sapphires, their inner surface engraved with delicate trailing vines. "You push yourself too hard in training. These will protect your wrists." His voice sounded unnatural as his gaze landed on the old scar on my wrist. I didn't take them. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm used to getting hurt." His hand froze midair as a flicker of frustration and hurt crossed his dark eyes. It seemed he was struggling to learn how to be kind to someone, only to realize that he had failed the lesson.

he said slowly, testing the name. Vincenzo nodded once, as though that settled the matter completely. Then he reached into the paper bag he had brought and pulled out a small gift box. He placed it on the edge of Luca’s bed before opening it. Inside was a leather wrist brace. Sleek, expensive, and obviously high quality despite its simple appearance. “I picked it up during my trip,” Vincenzo said casually. “Nothing too important. Just something useful while you recover.” I immediately reached forward.

And look … I did. This girl was just that … a girl, easily 18 or 19, likely an intern. Her long and flowy hair was in big curls down her back and she had on very little make-up. She wore a basic gray knee length skirt and an oversized peach colored blouse. No heels, boring flat shoes. Very conversative, and it desperately left me wanting to know what she was hiding under there. Her brown eyes blinked up at me, in shock that I was helping her. She smiled a bit and I caught that she had braces. Real … metal ... braces.

I stretch my arms out in front of me, slowly rolling my wrist. It’s aching today, and I forgot my wrist brace at home. I remembered my posture brace, at least, and stand for the first time in hours to get it from my bag. My office is warm today from having multiple computers running and my door closed. I found a snag in the software design and have been pulling my hair out all day trying to fix it. I think I’m the only one left in the office. Opening my office door, I twist my hair into a bun and use a pen to secure it on the top of my head. Grabbing the posture brace, I unbutton my blouse and take it off, tossing it in my oversized purse. I’m wearing a sheer white cami underneath, so it’s