Brad Block Tales Novels & Stories

Elena's POV Suppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes. I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online. As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen. The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.

Brianna curiously asks. "Didn't you hear the news? The reason why Serena is back at Walnut Creek is because her novel has been adapted into an International television series, and they are shooting most of the scenes here. The drama series will be televised in Australia, once everything is finished--!" Paolo stops at mid-sentence when Via suddenly intervenes the conversation. "You're giving too much information, honey. Anyway, let's talk about ourselves, not our work, okay?" Via cajoled. "Paolo, how did you know all about Serena's latest stint? Oh, yes, Via must always be talking about her sister given the fact that you two had a past---!" Nigel stopped speaking when he was suddenly elbowed

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

“He may have influenced you in the process, but it wasn’t until after he got to know you that he found the courage to stand up to his father about his love for art. He nearly gave Theodore a heart attack when he told him that he was going to double major in pre-med and architecture.” Natalia shook her head. “But I had nothing to do with that. That was all Brad.” Barbara lifted her lips into a patient smile. “Oh really? Then why did your name come up at least a dozen times during that conversation. Brad went on and on about how courageous you were, how you were committed to using your talent and not seeing it go to waste. How you had very little but managed to do so much with what you had—” “