Brad Block Tales Novels & Stories

"Brad, there won't be a next time. Please believe me." In her mind, she reasoned that Bradley's uncontrolled fury must be due to his illness. "Brad, trust me, there won't be a next time!" He handed her phone back to her. Confused, she took it and asked, "What's going on?" "Block Jasper immediately," he commanded.

I pushed my chair backward, exiting the hard, iroko wood and I walked to the spot where Mrs Hawkins was standing, our English teacher. I collected the textbook and returned to my seat. Soon, everywhere was silent, Mrs. Hawkins went on — talking about folklore and whatnot. Some students were listening attentively, including Seb, and the rest just like me, were in our world. My mind strolled to the conversation I had earlier with my uncle, I couldn't believe the people in Genesis practiced and followed stupid rules that could lead to a loss of life or lives. It was an unbelievable theory, how could you make people lose their lives because you want to keep them from leaving to me — it was just

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

KIARA POV “Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly. I walked into the kitchen and poured water into a glass cup, my fingers steady despite the irritation building inside me. I leaned against the edge of the shelf and took a slow sip.

Brad watched Gabriel as he left the premises and his ‘kind’ face slowly became sinister. After Gabriel was no longer in sight, Brad laughed out loud like how a devil would. Merrick Dawson said, “This fool claims to study medicine but yet he does not even understand the basic principles of medicine. What trash. His mother will die immediately after consuming the cassia seed!” Brad brushed his beard and said, “You cannot blame him for this. He did notice that there is something wrong, but sadly he is too young to understand the darkness of society. After learning from this mistake, he would pay further attention in the future.”

They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He knew better. With her small frame, she has the power of a sumo wrestler within her. Today wasn't the day to piss her off, not when she's busy with Emily talking about things he'd never understand. He thought to himself as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking like his bones had become fragile and brittle.

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

My mother wiped away her tears and said threateningly, "Go sit in the corner right now and write a five-thousand-word essay reflecting on your behavior! I won't let your sister out if you don't finish it!" "Mom…" "Start writing now!" I could hear Joe’s despairing voice outside the coffin, along with the rustling of pen on paper. I lost all hope. There was no more oxygen inside the coffin and I started to hallucinate. It felt like millions of bugs were gnawing into my limbs in the dark and all I could do was lie down inside the coffin with my mouth helplessly agape. When I stopped struggling inside the coffin, I finally felt the intense pain coming from my broken fingernails, which were hurt

Her uncles comrade slowly untied the bandage, his expression turning sour as they watched it unravel, revealing nothing but the paleness of Elika’s skin; something that he hadn’t expected. “Their is something you aren’t telling me girl.” Michael snarled barbarically, pressing the blade of his knife against the newly formed skin around her ankle. “And I want to know what it is, and now.” Elika bit her bottom lip, “What do you mean, doesn’t skin usually heal this fast?” “No.” He replied, “Not even I can heal as fast as you have.”