Bratty Novels & Stories

“Relax, didn’t you see the way he was reacting? Brake is jealous, he is been possessive, he can’t bear to see you with another male, he loves you and he will do anything to get this beauty all to himself.” “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.” Brake growls. Lydia and I hurried towards the car, Brittany was at the back of the car, and when the glass rolled down Brittany smiled at us. “Hey sisters, what took you so long before coming out? Didn’t you know my baby doesn’t like waiting?” she pouted running her fingers over her tummy that was not yet protruding.

“What’s a possibility?” “Just talking work stuff. Boring, rest assured.” Rebecca smiled and enjoyed the calm the young African-American man exuded. “Work stuff is not for happy hour. You’ve officially been banned from bringing it up again.” He winked and looked over at Bill. “You too, young man!” Bill laughed. “Hey, you call me young man and I’m likely to do just about anything.” Rebecca shook her head. “Selling your soul for a compliment. Looks like your momma should’ve taught you the tricks the devil pulls.”

“Oh? The little one made progress?” Briella teased with a smirk, though she was genuinely impressed. The response came with an angry squeak—her signature baby voice cracking in protest. “Who are you calling a kid?! I’m already twenty!” “Oh? If you can beat me, I won’t call you that again.” “Bring it on! I’m not scared!” Then another voice chimed in—low and gruff. “You? Beat her? Get real. I can’t even win, and you think you can? She’ll smash your face in with a single punch.”

I grunt, my hips thrusting faster. He's a quiet kid, would he be quiet while i fuck him? He's so sassy though. Would he be sassy with me? God, what if I could sink my teeth into his pulse? Feel his blood seeping into my mouth, his ass squeezing me as I make him cum from marking him.

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.

"You heard me?" "I hear everything. Daddy says I have bat ears." She holds up a purple crayon and squints at it. "Are you sick?" "My tummy was being silly." "Mine does that when I eat too much candy." "That's probably it," I say, and the lie slides out so easily that my hand goes cold on the banister. I sit down beside her, and Lily scoots over to make room without being asked. She smells like strawberry shampoo and sleep, and her hair is a tangle of knots she has decided to ignore. After a moment she pushes her drawing toward me, her chin tucked, suddenly shy.

"There was a whole speech. 'We go on to our futures with our heads held high' yadda yadda." "Aww I'm so proud of you, Bea!" Brie, the only cuddle monster bigger than Bea, crushed her lascivious little sister into a boobalicious hug, clad only in a bra and panties. To call Bea a girly cum puddle right then would be pretty accurate. Brie smelled like strawberries, and Bea just hoped she wouldn't have a Pavlovian response. She loved strawberries, and didn't want to get horny every time she ate them. "Thanks. It wasn't hard, I don't think I tried that hard." Stop saying hard. That's a sex word.

Bram laughed like a douchebag, "I'm too tired right now to understand your gay terms." "Which one?" Tyler pushed, “If you had to choose. I mean, Celeste has the bigger tits... are you a tits or ass man?" He's so gross. "Fired," I growl out loud, "You're definitely fucking fired." "Tits," Bram responded right away, making me roll my eyes to infinity. I mean, that is true, but— "To be honest... right now, I'd go for the third option." "What's the third option? Tits or ass or... pussy?" Logan asked.

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva's empire was buzzing with activity as staff scurried around, preparing for Donatella's 20th birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, the sound of heels clicking on the floor announced the arrival of Valerie and Ariana De Luca, Donatella's sisters. They stepped into the foyer, their presence immediately noticeable.

Brave, 14, brave, said, "They said brave can't build. Brave sinks. Brave is pabida. So I built from what brave uses — used band-aids. And it floats. Not twelve feet like tired pier. Thirteen feet." Yes. Pier 1219 floats thirteen feet. Highest of all. Higher than tired (12), angry (11), sad (10), happy (9), quiet (8), loud (7), late (6), old (5), small (4), poor (3), rainbow and black (2), fish skin and stutter and acne (1). Because brave is lightest. Because brave has been told to stop meddling for 14 years, and when you are told to stop meddling, you have nothing, and nothing floats highest.