Brat Taming 101 Novelas e Histórias

she responds with an easy smile and then continues focusing on whatever she’s writing, so I feel free to continue until I reach the snacks. Bram is still standing in front of them, but now I realize why he's taking so long. He's grabbing each one and taking his time reading the labels. My gorgeous dyslexic boy. "Hey, Bram," I say, trying to sound breezy and normal, then looking at the snacks like I want one too, "Do you like the selection?" "There’s only unhealthy shit here," he murmurs in complaint, still frowning and trying to read, “And I get super hungry when I’m bored. I can’t just eat this shit all day, I’ll turn into the Whale. You know, from the movie.”

Ali demanded with pain and anger, pointing at the children going through training on the screen. In the video, the children were lined up and going through what could only be described as canine training. The trainer brandishing the whip shouted orders like heel, kneel, and jump. The children would perform the required command just like the dogs they were. The trainer suddenly had a mad gleam in his eyes, he ordered them to slap themselves ten times, and the children obediently followed the order...

“Actually, I gave in the moment I turned 18. You are just being messy. Go fuck the man. He clearly needs to be laid.” I think Peircy was on my side until I said that. His head snapped to me, wide eyed and shock. However, it quickly turned into something else. “Tatum!” Brett snapped. “She is a brat and wants to be dominated. Maybe stop letting her call the shots and take it? Can you handle that?” Tilting my head to the side, Peircy looked back at Brett. Her eyes went so wide as she struggled to find the right word. Peircy took that for the truth and wrapped his hand around

I like the sound of that. The first volley, I'm going to be late for lunch. Not so late that he leaves, but five or ten minutes should do it. He'll be irritated. I pulled up a list of bratty behaviors earlier. Mocking, taunting, sarcasm, doubting their "dom's" abilities, rolling eyes, hand gestures and, of course, disobeying. The best part? I'd already done some of these things to Brody just last night, without even trying to get a rise out of him. I didn't mind the spanking either, truth be told, so I don't think I will mind the punishment. At least I hope not. This is where I'm a little nervous. Brat tamers can be devious when doling out their punishments. I wonder if I should ask for a co

“ The truth, little girl.” Speed won’t look us in the eye. “ I can’t do this.” Smack. “ That isn’t what I asked, little girl. I want an answer.” Speed looks us in the eyes again. I can see the ice melting but I also see the battle. But what side is winning? My poor baby. “ I can’t be with you. Either of you.” Speed says. Brick gets tense “ Not what I asked. You know what happens to little girls who don’t listen.” In the blink of an eye Brick has Speed bent over the couch, ass in the air, and her hands at the base of her back. He motions with his head for me to come over. “ Hold her hands still. She is not to move them,” he says in his Dom voice.

“Your scent… your presence… they’re already engraved in my mind. No matter what you do, I’ll find you. I’ll bring you home, love.” Her heart raced, panicked and defiant. “I don’t want a cage. I only want freedom. Away from my family… and from you.” Her plea trembled, but he didn’t argue. He simply held her tighter. “Please… that’s the only way,” she whispered, desperation lacing every word. “I won’t allow it,” he said, his voice low and thunderous. He moved the blanket that covered them and stood, towering over her. “You need to meet the pack today.”

Victor charged through life with bold physicality, tumbling and wrestling like a future warrior, while Luna carried an intuitive calm that mirrored her mother Cinthye's serene strength, diffusing tensions with a gentle word or touch. The stronghold had transformed from a mere fortress into a vibrant family haven, every corner a masterful blend of defense and delight. Play areas nestled behind reinforced tactical walls, where swings hung from disguised battlements and ball pits doubled as emergency bunkers. Training rooms echoed with the patter of small feet learning basic self-defense forms alongside alphabet songs—Aiva's holographic simulations turning history lessons into thrilling adventu

The girls had taken my clothes and I had to walk to the hallway looking for my uniforms where they waited to make a video of me. “This video will be a constant reminder, Davina,” the worst among them chuckled. “No, please stop it!” I cried. It was embarrassing to say the least but I was also half-naked and I had nowhere else to hide. That was when the worst of it happened. He walked up to me and smeared pig’s blood on my face then in a low voice he said, “That’s what you'll always be known for.” *** “Ms. Landon!” I blinked and stared at the shrink in front of me. My dad had suggested this therapy nine years ago else I wouldn't be sitting down in this comfy seat.

But this… Shea having that beast like his… He shook his head. “One thing’s for sure. If you want her to be tamed, you must be with her and train her like what you did to yourself. I might say, it was slowly making me a bit fine now.” Levi gave him hope and assurance. Now, it just made him think that he must do everything just to help Shea. And he would – whatever it cost him. Whatever it takes, he will not let her beast overtake her.

The company had gone through a lot to be able to get into this press conference and all these girls were thinking about was how to get this devil's digits. "Gigi, calm down. You're still new here but look how you're scaring them. We know you dislike Mr Black but you have to remain professional right now. Here, these are your lines," my co-worker, Amber, said, squeezing a paper into my hand. I frowned. This wasn't part of the deal I had with them. "The deal was that I help you guys with writing the questions and I escort you. I was never meant to ask anything!" I protested, scowling.