Brain Dc Comics Novels & Stories

Dante lifted a large plastic package. “We’re calling on a Bratva boss’s grandchild, Dante. Not recruiting a child soldier.” He returned it with a long exhale. “This,” Elena said. “Magnetic construction set.” “We’re talking about the heir to the largest Bratva network on the East Coast—” “—who is six years old and cannot spell ‘Bratva’ yet.” Dante went quiet. His mouth opened. Closed. “…Fair point.” They turned toward the register. The store’s quiet shattered.

and I stopped him and said, "I am mated to you, I never stopped loving you, I nor Lora could ever get over you and we couldn't wait to die to be with you, but you came back saving us the trouble and we will be in this together for as long as the moon goddess wants us here." We entered his penthouse and Drax's eyes glazed over feeling pain, I knew something was wrong he grabbed my hand and we were back at my old pack and saw the rogues attacking. Lora linked us and said, "I feel the pain, something is wrong with our baby," and Drax said, "Where is Rikaa, Lora?" She said, "With Cam," and we changed into our wolves fighting the rogues, I linked Carl and he said, "Rikaa is dying, she has been at

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

He leaned closer to the glass, squinting at his own reflection. For a single, sickening heartbeat, the reflection didn't match the motion. The person in the glass remained entirely still while he moved his head. And then, the whites of his eyes vanished. It wasn't a slow bleed of color or a trick of the dim lighting; it was an instantaneous snap, as if an internal shutter had dropped behind his corneas, leaving two solid, lightless pools of absolute black. No irises. No sclera. Just a pair of empty, infinite voids staring back out at him from his own skull. Julian froze, his breath hitching in his throat.