Brahms Heelshire Unmasked Novels & Stories

Bella's pov- My boots clicked against the damp sidewalk as I raced toward Pier 39, San Francisco’s fog eating the city’s lights, my heart slamming in response to the anonymous text. My curls flogged my cheeks as I scanned the shadows, a mix of hope and suspicion churning inside of me. Tethered to my boot was a knife that felt like a cold anchor, but I clanked across a silent street and a black van screeched to a stop, tires smoking. Before I could even reach for my knife, men in black masks poured out, their hands like iron as they dragged me inside, and the door slammed so hard behind me that it reverberated through my chest.

Lily says scornfully, switching to our native tongue. ‘Dimitri Gusef’, that's who they were talking about. The name alone caused a shiver to run down my spine. He was the scariest and most ruthless mother fucker that has ever walked these streets. And to crown it all, he was the Pakhan and leader of the bratva. I walk away from them not willing to let a single name ruin my day, and having purchased all that I needed to get the borscht stew ready. These days, we can barely afford any other things aside from stew or soup which we serve with potatoes.

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

Why should we work with someone who is dishonest? Miles' face blanched in an instant.

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅

Sera gave Amos a pair of black shoes. Amos, who was used to walking barefoot, felt strange wearing them. He walked clumsily. Sera laughed at the man's funny behavior. "Wait here, I'll be back," Sera said. Amos stood there staring at Sera's departure and entered the dressing room. He looked at his appearance. A few steps later, he tried to walk in his shoes. His feet felt a bit hot and uncomfortable. Needed time for him to get used to it. Amos was still walking back and forth when Sera came out with a beautiful dress wrapped around her body. A blue casual dress with long sleeves. The dress was long enough to cover her high heels.