Brad Block Tales Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes for a second before giving back a confident smile at the jury and started reciting my story just like how Xander and I had practiced last night. Everything was smooth until my last line and the audience gave me a round of applause. I saw the jury looked at my manuscript and nod slowly. I went backstage where all the other participants gathered. I was surprised the first participant went towards me, “your story was amazing! It’s very realistic and really a tragic one” she gushed and that made me smile shyly. “Thank you, your story was good too family centered stories are always touching.” I said sincerely and we both said good luck to each other as we wait for the announcemen

he murmured, his voice still raspy. “Hey,” I whispered back, moving to sit beside him. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Nolan’s expression shifted, concern clouding his eyes. I reached out, taking his hand in mine, needing the connection to steady myself. “Brad had a plan,” I began, keeping my voice low. “He wanted to take the money and run. He opened an offshore account and was going to flee to Africa.” Nolan’s grip on my hand tightened, his jaw clenching. “So, it wasn’t just about us. He wanted everything.”

“If this is about reopening old wounds…” “Its not.” His tone was level. “It's about the one thing he never told you..” Bradley knew how to tighten the air. “You don't know what he has or hadn't told me.” Bradley studied me for a long moment, as if he was weighing what was wrong with me. Naivety or complicity because of love. “Well, he told you about the fire and the road. How he drove him and it was too late. I'm sure he told you about the extra short and then the timing.”

While packing, I would think of his disfigured body when he died. So, I packed on and off for two full days. At the very end, as I was wiping down a decorative piece on Dad's desk, a click sounded. A hidden compartment appeared on the bookshelf behind me, revealing a locked box. I froze for a second, then pried the box open with a hammer. Inside was a document I had never seen before. I read through it, noting that the contents seemed to relate to the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. I steadied my racing heart and hired a trusted private investigator to look into the matter.

"Literally everyone in school has been mean to me ever since Allison. I never cease to wonder why they'd believe her instead and stick with it to prey on the other person. Well.." A bag and a water bottle was slammed on the table, almost spilling her coffee, before a 'Start talking' came from Zoey. She sent Norbert a savage look, before Rachel dragged her into the seat next to hers. Norbert thought it wise to shut up and use his eyes in watching instead. "I don't know how the hell I did it. I can't believe myself too, but I have an explanation. Adrenaline's a bitch." Zoey raised her brows at her exclamation. "That's it?"

I said, trying to stall them. "Hmmm. I guess we'll just have to try." Leah smirked, giving Hayley a go ahead. Just as she tried to stab me with it, I stayed still and shut my eyes, anticipating the pain. I envisioned myself standing still in an empty void, everywhere white. I was ready, if this was how my story was to come to an end, that's fine.

Ryan's explained, "Oh, this is really serious, why did no one tell me about it all this while!!" Brad growled feeling both angry and pained, he can imagine how Ria and Ryan's mother would feel passing through torture, this was the last thing he would wish for them and he was ready to do anything to end it... "how did it all happened?" Brad asked fuming, Ryan took his time and explained everything to him without excluding any part., "Wow, you are really smart!!" he commended,

Brad shut down his computer without another word and snuggled into his covers. Roselyn watched him settle down without a fuss and decided not to push him any further. As she turned to leave, his voice stopped her. "I'm not sleepy." "Can't sleep? Count sheep." "Tried that. Didn't work." Roselyn sighed. "What do you suggest?" Brad reached out, grabbed a storybook from the nightstand, and held it up to her. "I found a book of fairy tales in your room. How about you read me one?" Roselyn's heart raced. "Where did you dig that up from?"

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods