Brat Novel Novels & Stories

More like- he was furious. Guess you reasons weren't valid to him. Clearly he despised the idea of you having to pretend you didn't know him. He even said that your action prolonged him from hugging you tighty sooner, and that if it weren't for Tata? Your red heart plushy with with a blue and yellow polka dot for an outfit. You were only eleven years old so of course you'd give your dolls names. Zale broached that if it weren't for Tata, then you wouldn't have ever stepped out from your hiding shell like an idiot you are.

They had developed somewhat of a friendship with the older woman ever since she agreed to host the launch party. The girls had a vested interest in the book themselves since they were both keenly aware of what it was like to be entangled with men in the bratva. Ever since I’d mentioned the novel to them, they’d expressed their increasing wishes to read it, and they were the first to receive copies from me. It was wonderful to have them in my life. They gave me a kind of support that nobody else could, and their advice was always what I needed. Knowing I had them in my corner was always a relief.

Eliza had originally thought that no matter how cruel Nyree was, she would not lay her hands on a five-year-old child. But when they sneaked into the room where Braint was imprisoned, everyone was stunned. Braint laid quietly in bed, his body completely purple and no redness could be seen. "Braint!" Eliza bit her lips, and with a single step, she rushed forward to carry the little fellow in her arms.

Chapter 21- Briar- A long chat For as horrible of a situation Judith and I are in, we had a wonderful day. Brett and Matt ensured that every moment of our day was filled with learning fun things about our pack and showing us around the grounds. Knowing this would be one of my homes, I wanted to learn everything. Every detail I wished to know, they told me, and some. They spent the day helping me learn and giving me new excitement about the pack.

Their eyes were still locked on me, and it felt a little embarrassing. “Lisa.” Zane voice rang in my ears, pulling my attention towards him. I stared at the young girl with a smile on my face and then, suddenly, her eyes stared at mine. “Uncle Zane… Is she your pet?” The young girl asked and my ears almost bled. What? I’m not an animal, why would she refer to me as a pet? I kept staring at the young girl. “No, Lisa… She is not Uncle Zane's pet.” He simply replied her, while still staring at her.

Although it was too big, I looked like a cute baby in his warm coat. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arm around his, resting my head on his shoulder. Okay, maybe my Bratva husband isn't that bad, I guess he can be a sweet boy at times too. T. B. C!

Brianna’s little hands grasp ours like we're a family. “Alright, Bri,” I start, holding the book out in front of us. “What story are we reading tonight?” “The princess and the frog!” she declares, eyes sparkling. Kevin groans dramatically. “You always read that!” I smirk, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “How dare you complain about such a masterpiece?” As I read, I exaggerate voices, making Kevin act as a cute frog, Brianna squeals in delight, clutching her blanket tighter when I narrate the part where Tiana becomes a frog too.

The words, meanings and what each included. "Ahem," I look up at him confused. "Eat please, don't just sit back comfy." Nodding I sit back up ready to eat. "So, Brat is interesting. The part she is willing to submit, but won't make her Master force her. I like the fighting part, refusing, saying no, and such." What else was there? "I don't like the idea of being told what I can and can't eat, or wear when I come to free time and stuff. I also didn't like the idea of being used as furniture."

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

Merlina's P.O.V My eyes flutter open as the sunlight shines directly into my eyes, blinding me with the beams of light. I let out a low groan as I remember that I was no longer in my house, with my mother. But that I was now stuck in a house with the criminals who killed her. I roll out of bed, looking through the dresser, trying to find some pants before I exit my room. I search through the fairly large and stuffed drawer only coming across a pair of ripped booty shorts.