Bravolebrity Books Novels & Stories

Yubi Trey and I sit at the long table in the living room, the folder of Abel’s prison documents spread out in front of us. Michael has just stepped out to make some calls, leaving us alone with our thoughts, our frustration, and the faint, dangerous pull between us that neither of us wants to admit.

Wait! Now that the brute is marked, will this mean that he feels the same way too? Will he begin to . . . love me? *

"I heard the one who wanted to jump was someone from one of the senior advanced classes." "Yeah. I gave it a look just now. And it's a girl, too. Kids nowadays just have too much pressure." "She can't put things into perspective at this age. What a pity." "Must be because of the parents. She collapsed because she didn't get into a good university." Both Anne and Lena were in senior advanced classes. When Lena heard their discussion, she couldn't help but tremble. She immediately ran over and grabbed the passersby by the arm. "What does she look like?"

Please tell me it’s some stupid frat nickname they got in college and it’s just an inside joke. He doesn’t reply, just turns his head and looks back towards the house, slowly sliding his hands in his pockets. Right, all the useless true crime info i’ve collected over the years really needs to come in handy right now. What was that one book I read? About listening to your fear and it’s never wrong. I mean, the premise is great Mr Clever Author, but in practice, what if you're being led by your three year sex dry spell hmmm? What then?

She stumbled on the sudden push and tried to balance herself while breathing hard but unable to do so and fall back on the floor. RV: You know what... I tried... I really tried but, I never liked the used products and so I think you are not of my standard and taste... (Saying this he left the room ... once again bolted it from outside leaving back a broken soul crying on her life and its miseries... So ...... done with the next chapter..... I hope you like it... Whether you liked it or not ..... if there is any confusion or anything you want to share with me regarding the book and update.... please do comment... as a writer it will help me to know your preferences and improve my work... Love

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

Estina Two men stormed in, their expressions full of malice and nefarious plans. Smirking and sneering, they crept closer and closer. Without a warning, they were suddenly there. Real and present danger had me trembling again. "Time to rough you up, little bitch," one taunted. "Time to fuck you up," the other said, chuckling as he reached for the zipper to his pants. No! No! No, no, no! I scrambled back, held in place by my ropes tied to the floor. It wouldn't make a difference, but my instinct of fight or flight reared to the surface. I couldn't just lie here. Being a victim wasn't supposed to be part of my life!

It’s right there inside me, waiting for the time to be released. I should be unnerved. I’m not. I accept who I am. Levin, lion, Bratva, death, destruction, and power.

The wind was chilly on my skin. Brooklyn was nothing like California, and the breeze blew harshly against the nearby trees. I could hear the wind howling and flowing through my clothes. I felt so cold. Goosebumps popped up on my skin. Even though I was wearing blue jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, it wasn’t helping, and if I wasn’t struggling enough to walk, it would have blown me off too. I was a lightweight figure. My red hair flew all over my face. My pointed nose itched, tears streamed down my flushed face and my dark brown eyes.

It wasn't anything new. "Because Kitty, I know I have done it a thousand times before. That though, was different. I had no idea how far was too far. I would never tease any of my brats to the breaking point and bring out knives knowing it was a fetish, that is dangerous. I didn't think it was. I thought you were just so turned on you wanted anything, any sort of pain. Then the one drag of the blade when I finally let it touch you confirmed it. I never have had anyone find knives or swords that much a turn on Kitty that it was clearly a fetish. Alena was Leather, tattoos, things that aren’t dangerous." "God Kitty, I didn't even do it this bad to Alena after years, and you somehow made me the