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

"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."

“You working on the novel?” “No, a short story that came to me this morning. My equivalent of a doodle, I guess you’d say.” “You looked pretty intensely into it, but also like you were having fun.” “I was,” Brad said, looking down at the pad and his sloppy handwriting scrawled across the pages. “I felt good, free.” “Maybe this story will grow into another bestseller for you.” “I try not to think in those terms. Dams up the creativity.” When he looked up again, Bias was giving him an appraising look. “You know,” he said, “you don’t act like a rich person.”

Tales was struggling as he was dragged. He didn't even know what path they were taking because he was horrified by Oliver's statement. What? Auction?! Is he kidding? "Let go of me!" Tales struggled and kicked the guards, but since they were more experienced than him, they were not moved by the kick. They were like a boulder. He wriggled and bit the guard's hand when it attempted to handcuff him.

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."

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.”

Hold tight readers don’t be busting a nut just yet! I might be sharing a few more stories make sure to follow me x x I might delve deeper? What’s the worst that can happen? A follow on book? Me getting pounded just for your perverted pleasure? As im writing this im waiting on another delivery. Might be sharing this encounter! Im waiting and ready to go. Im sure I can hear him walking along my driveway, waiting for my delivery as I sit in my chair, maybe this has a must be continued or do I keep this private