Brat Taming 101 Novels & Stories

Chris replied flatly, already turning to the next applicant. The next woman sat down, a bit too relaxed. “Well, what I’ll do is super simple,” she said, crossing her legs. “If the child misbehaves, timeout. Or maybe a little clean-up punishment. Kids learn fast.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Not his kid,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “Next.” He waved her off without another word, scribbling a big X beside her name.... The notepad in front of him was nearly full of crossed-out names.

Adam pairs Lucinda with her own puppy — a gray Alsatian with oversized paws and an expression that screams future menace. Then the nippy girl from our first day sidles up to Damion. She says something I can’t hear, tilting her face up at him with a full-blown I-am-available-and-up-for-anything smile. She laughs. Touches his arm. Then — because the universe hates me — she takes his hand and writes her number on it. It shouldn’t matter. It absolutely, annoyingly does. I focus on Bree. She’s smart. Laser-focused. Especially when treats are involved. Her soft brown eyes stay locked on me, waiting for instructions — and snacks. I follow Alejandro’s commands, praise generously, reward often, and s

she demanded, hands on her hips, pout full force. “Berth, I love you, but I’m not going to be late for you." I pointed toward the hallway. " I need to grab breakfast at the café before heading to school. Today’s Thursday—Amy Condos? The girl I tutor? If I miss breakfast, I'll probably starve till evening.” “It’s only 6:15,” she whined, doing some ridiculous slippery dance across the wet floor. “Are you trying to win an award?” …Leave it to Berth to choose that moment to play clown…

*The little is expected to use a bottle. "I don't like brats if you're expecting to be a brat, I can refer you to a good brat tamer," I say with a shrug, I would be a brat tamer for her, although I hate them, but brats love it, it's not my cup of tea but I respect everyone's lifestyle. "I'm not a brat," she assures me and I sighed with relief, I hate brats. *The little is expected to be a good little, no bratting allowed, (Occasional bratting or tantrums would be dealt with and are okay).

Unless the bond is stronger than he thought, he is fighting fate. I can’t afford to make him mad right now, so I’m going to have to pretend that I understand how he’s feeling. I cleared my throat and said, “Maybe it isn’t as bad as you think, brother; we can train her to be a perfect Luna.” He was now in full fighting mode, going into a full fighting stance. He clenched his teeth and smashed the table in front of him, which resulted in the wooden object breaking into several pieces that were scattered around the floor.

' 'And my acting didn't even worked, I feel like a jester playing a joke with my tutoe. Thinking about the way I acted earlier makes me blushed like a maiden. I felt like a complete fool. All those hours I’d spent locked in my room last night, meticulously studying those popular yellow books, rehearsing my alpha growl in the mirror until my throat felt raw, practicing that tough, unbullied, commanding stare I’d read about a dozen times... had been an absolute waste of time. According to the books, the Alpha was supposed to command the room with a single word. They were supposed to make the Beta and Omega tremble. But in result? I was just a prince playing pretend, and Kei didn't even have th

She was about to put on her top when BK spoke. “Baby, wait! Let me treat the scrape.” She turned to see him holding a medicine kit. “Sit.” He said it firmly. She obeyed and sat on the bed, still missing only her top. “Tell me if it stings, okay?” he said. “Okay.” She winced when he started cleaning it. She saw he started with antiseptic. She couldn’t complain. She asked for it, after all. “This won’t affect the baby, right? If I put ointment?”

I was frozen the moment his eyes met mine. His sharp eyes turned my body into stone. I can’t move! “Get out!” He shouted in anger that made me abruptly close the door and run to where I could hide. I saw another room with white door and that is where I decided to hide. I immediately close the door and lock it. “Oh, man. First day in his house, I made him furious!?” I lay down on the floor, getting teary-eyed by how it affects me. I really don’t want to get shouted; it makes my heart aches.

But I decided to teach her a little lesson of mine and show her I'm not one to be messed with. Before they could bundle her out, I went to her and slapped her hard across the face. “Next time, don't lay claims on my man”. I said to Amelia as I hissed and went upstairs. Ares had a lot of explaining to do. Ares I watched as Winnie went upstairs to her room and the cook followed suit. I knew I had to explain things to her but then why should I? I really don't owe her any explanation whatsoever. I'm not one to explain myself to others, it's usually the other way round.

A man like him shouldn’t even be able to touch an inch of him, much less raise his hands on him. Xavier remembered his strict childhood when he father would make him go through rigorous exercises and magic training. He was frequently reported for bullying weaker people and his father would cheer for him, pumping the dream that he was the greatest into him. The harshness and ego stroking had built him to how he saw himself and he saw everyone beneath him.