Bratty Novels & Stories

I couldn't put my finger on it, but being in such a submissive position made me crave his touch. Something I never gave a shit about before that. I itched for it like a spanking was the only thing that could scratch it. So, what do you think happens when a bratty kid wants something more than anything? I started provoking him. First, it was like once or twice every so often

I whispered, "And you have a really small dick. I could not even feel anything. I think you haven't hit puberty yet." "You motherfucker-" I provoked his manliness, his dignity, of course, he was not going to let it slide and before he could punch me, Adrien had already tackled him down and he was rubbing his heels against the floor just like a little child whose mother did not buy him a candy.

Brad Why the fuck did I come back here? I knew Briar was gone with that psychopath and his cujo wannabe dog. It's not like I actually like Sadie. She's eager to please in bed, but she's so fucking annoying. I mostly just like to make Briar jealous. The way she dropped me so easy was fucking bullshit. For a dog.

"Absolute fucking bullshit. Get me all worked up and then just—what? Leave me here to suffer? That's just cruel. That's—" The door bangs open with enough force to make me jump, and I barely have time to lift my head before I hear Jax's voice, bright and amused and entirely too cheerful for someone who's about to witness me in the throes of sexual frustration. "Holy shit, is that—? Oh man, this is even better than I thought. Guys! GUYS! You have got to see this! Frankie’s so fucking horny."

"Back before you became this brooding mudak who buys restaurants and pretends to be respectable." "I smile." I drain my vodka and immediately pour another. "Just not at your ugly face." Melor snorts with laughter, the sound echoing through my too-large living room. "That's not smiling, bratan. That's grimacing." The banter feels familiar, comfortable in ways I'd forgotten were possible. This is what I missed about having family around— people who knew you before you became whoever you're pretending to be now. People who remember when your biggest concern was whether the neighborhood boys would respect your claim to the best corner for selling cigarettes.

--- “Be quiet,” my aunt mumbled. “You will be quiet, young woman. Look at you saying things like that to me... You're on the news, on magazines as the woman always assaulted and always bearing bruises. That your mother did—that! Your father never laid his hands on her. The disgrace you bring, the shame, desperation to have a man? It makes me want to vomit... on your face. You're just that one taint in our family name that we can't get away from. No wonder your brother is always running from you. You're just insufferable. And after everything you coin it as your fault. Despicable!”

The day my mother, Mandy Grant, sends me off to a reform reality show, the production team has already prepared the headline. "Mom Sends Spoiled Daughter to the Countryside to Cure Her Princess Syndrome." For our first meal, the production team expects me to turn my nose up at the plain, coarse food. But while the other participants wrinkle their noses and put their cornbread down, I'm practically hugging the basket, devouring the food. The live chat slams me for acting. Watching me choke and tremble, the host hands me a glass of water. "Did they never feed you back home?" Clutching half a piece of bread, I finally drop the truth. "My monthly food allowance is 30 bucks." Back in the s

Taunting her as I slanted closer, I was suckered into glancing at her lips as she licked them. The idea of her being intimidated shouldn't have thrilled me, but I'd never really enjoyed butting heads with a woman like this before. Never minding her prim and proper appearance, she was giving as good as she got. And I couldn't get enough of it. Of pushing her buttons and wondering if she'd crack. If she'd lose that professionalism and waver. "Stubborn," she stated with a deadpanned smirk. "Perhaps indicative of a need for a scan to rule out a traumatic brain injury or concussion."

Kinda boring. -Well, I strive to be unique and that sounds much better! Braze. Gives me the impression of a cute little prince. But we need a nickname for you. Honeybree? Nah..my mother's friend's name is honeybree. How about honeybree? It suits you. Small and cute! I flush even more and smile. This kid is really outgoing. -Hey you wanna go play with the slide thing?-He asks and I shift uncomfortably. -Omg don't tell me you've never tried it!

I heard a soothing Badinton vioce echoing in my sweet slumber, that I was even thinking of telling you how I get the opportunity to get two, sweet bundles of joy, but guys here I am being interrupted, sorry guys I have to attend to this sweet, soothing Badinton vioce. "Uh...uh"I woke still in a daze, due to to so much fatigue that I've gotten myself into, ,I stirred at his oceanic blue eyes, with a well carved eyebrows,with long eyelashes,and beautiful plumb lips, that are just meant to be kissed by my,and only me, you guys must be wondering why I said by only me, because you know am very possessive, when I say possessive I meant the kind of possession that even an eye glance from a female c