Novel & Cerita Brave

The man was crazy. "So tell me about yourself Kerryanne." "What do you want to know? There isn't much to tell I'm afraid." "How old are you?" "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to ask a lady her age?" "Bullshit." His answer startled her for a second. She wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking to her in such a blunt manner. She shouldn't be surprised though. After all, he wasn't like anyone she'd ever known before with his million tattoos and bad boy looks.

“You mean a champion with super-strength like Sam. Is that what you’re saying?” “Correct, everyone here knows they are an elite type of braves. Thanks to their unique ability, every power brave who came to this world had earned their fame. Like your friend, Raid Breaker, here. Ninurta, Maui, Kratos, all the gods of strength had sent their champions, except one.” “And that’s Hercules,” Wilt finished. “Exactly, Captain Madhur here is one of them.” I cast a glance at the Jormungand captain. I never expected to meet another so-called, power brave.

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Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

Nice fake story, keep it simple for everyone to remember. “Then the kings warriors came streaming in and saying we were under arrest for kidnapping and attempted murder but no one knew what was going on, the only violence from my people were the innocent ones trying to defend themselves from government brutality.” The vulture nodded his head on solidarity. It was all such a wonderful performance. “Were you afraid of Princess Noraveena?” the vulture asked. “Terrified!” claimed Max “She was screaming and controlling fire and saying that she was going to make sure we went away so her brothers wouldn’t reject her too and she was never going back to the asylum.”

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

I unconsciously looked at the mansion once more. "It's been a bit rude for me to not introduce myself to you by name. My name is Lucas Alexander and I am the butler of this place, and what's your name?" "My name is Emma Iowa, and my daughter's name is Vivian Helen." “Vivian Helen, Emma Lowa? The names are beautiful. But it feels familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere.” We looked at each other, then got a little confused. “The names of me and my daughter are just common. So it's not unusual for him to feel familiar."

She wanted to fix everything but it was too much burden to bear. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The news spread everywhere that Safari company was the source of the false accusation of the CRUZ company. It was on the news headlines and every artist talked about it. The CEO of the Safari company was blamed for his stupid action but he came out to defend himself and said that the CRUZ company was definitely doing illegal things. He made it look like the CEO of the CRUZ company was accusing him falsely. When Philip watched the news, he relaxed back in his chair and sighed. To him, it was like a counterattack that Frank was organizing.

Looking at the wolves gathering around him, Rex had to restrain his wolf's anger and worry. "Excuse me, Rex?" He looked down to see who was talking to him. It was Brita, a young female omega from Tristan’s pack. He had seen her in Tristan’s mansion when he gave the Royal his Offering. "Yes? What can I do for you, little omega?” he said gently, omegas were excitable, jumpy, anxious wolves. If he used his Alpha voice, the little wolf wouldn't trust him.