Brave Movie Novels & Stories

Ace had come over to my apartment and we searched for movies online but we didn't find a movie that really intrigued us. After hours of boredom–just two minutes–we finally decided to diverge. I really loved the movie. Beatrice also known as Tris in the movie showed us the effects of courage and determination. With those two elements you could be anything and anyone you want. "I'm really sorry happy that they both got out alive" Ace commented "Yeah I know"I said "Their story almost made me cry. Almost"he said sniffing

“But, sir, it’ll take some time to find her size. I’ll…" “Let her wear Serena’s clothes; I’m sure they fit her.” "Sir?” my maid’s voice was soft, stunned, demanding. It had been a long time since she heard me say that name. “I won’t repeat my orders twice, Ella! Don’t let Irina get cold,” I said again. Ella bowed her head lower. “I obey, sir,” she said, and hurried after Irina. I am Miron Pavlov, the current leader of the Bratva that controls Brooklyn. My job isn’t as glamorous as the Armani suit I wear to the office; it’s more obscure. It’s just a facade, but my real business lies underground.

The alarm going off dragged me from my sleep, and I was dressed and running for the security room in seconds, arriving at the same time as Cormack and Liam. 'What the fuck is going on?' I demanded as the alarm blared and the compound's grounds were flooded with bright white search lights. Keane and Roan, our night watchmen, turned to me with shocked eyes. 'The Bratva Princess has escaped.' Roan said, and my eyes slid to the screens that showed an empty bedroom, a discarded chain and wide open balcony windows.

“Why does everyone react like that?” “Because you care about passing.” “I cared before my life became an ancient supernatural crisis.” “Fair.” Grant squeezed my hand. “Movies and junk food?” “That sounds amazing.” I grabbed the backpack. Chrissy’s grin became unbearable. “Just in case.” “Not one word.” “Have fun watching movies!” The first movie lasted nearly three hours because Brax had apparently decided exhaustion made him a film critic. “You cannot jump from a motorcycle onto a helicopter.” I looked away from the screen. “You’re a werewolf. You could probably do it.”

The static electricity in the air could be felt miles away. “YA dumal, ty skazal, chto on vydal svoyu doch'.” I thought you said he gave away his daughter. The man growls at the person beside him. I gasp when I take a good look at the man and the Eagle tattoo peeking out the top of his shirt. This tattoo was the mark of the bratva. The bratva was in my house. Under my roof. And they had killed my father. I had seen their faces.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one ensnared by the princess's beauty. Troy had been struck, too. His face, as always, was hard and unreadable, stoic to the fucking core. But his eyes gave him away. My own eyes widened. No fucking way. Troy. My eternally unreadable, emotionally unavailable, brooding, would-rather-die-than-smile bodyguard… completely entranced by a woman. And not just any woman. Athena Davis, the princess of the PaleMoon pack. The two of them, trapped in a stare like neither knew how to look away.

"But just because he wants to live the rest of his life inside doesn’t mean I want to. Why can’t I have some freedom?" Lia blinked slowly, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Are you seriously quoting Braveheart right now?" I grinned sheepishly. "Okay, maybe a little bit. Is that weird? The movie was on last night, and I had a fun time watching it. Who knew such an old-ass movie could be so entertaining? I mean, the guy got his heart ripped out and kept going! That's some serious commitment."

Maria As we drive away from the inn, I wonder how she did it. How did Paige Barinov convince her husband to leave the Bratva? I zone out as my father and Mikhail debate Vito's offer to set up a meeting with the Lanzzare. It won't be long before Vito contacts us with their decision.

He growled, now fully awake I lay there with my heart racing, realizing what a foolish thing I had done. I just tried to murder a fucking Bratva Don under his own roof. He was not going to spare me now. T. B. C!!

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!