Brazen Novels & Stories

Briella POV Getting up for school this morning would have been what I’d be doing if my father wasn’t such a dick! Yes I know what I said about me rather wanting to train all week then go to school. But at least at school I get to sit down! Everytime I try to take a break he’s barking more orders at me. Like yeah I get it I was late to school! Big deal! I’m late all the time! I bet the other wolves that are late from other packs don’t deal with this! Stomping downstairs for breakfast, I smell bacon, eggs and hashbrowns coming from the kitchen. oooo how I love me some hash browns!! I decided on wearing a sports black bra with a cut off grey t- shirt and some black spandex shorts with sneakers

Leaning toward him, the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, exposing the top of her breasts as she reached to point at some arbitrary word on a summons her client had received. In my peripheral, I watched him try to avoid looking down her shirt, not wanting to give her any opening, alluding to his disinterest. However, he was a man with breasts being flashed at him. It wasn’t like he could resist their call for long. Even from my angle I could see right down her shirt, and her ample assets were straining against the hot pink lace of her bra. Of course he was staring at her tits. They were like a fucking neon sign, drawing people in. Who could resist that? Even I was having a difficult

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match

Liam immediately asked her. "Well, we will have some adventure," Amore said with a smile. She immediately arranged the bags she carried. "Wow, is it exciting? Maybe you have a different plan besides bathing, what it is?" he asked her a funny question. Liam looks so damn handsome when he's smiling but oh gash he's looking hotter when he's laughing. His charisma is thrilling and more especially when it's just topless and she can see his beautiful body. Maybe this is what took Amore's heart went oops when she once saw hen the man was topless.

The whole time Ghtraht was talking, Anto’s eyes never left Aleena's. When the young chief agreed, they left the two love birds to plan their marriage and continued preparations for their own. The next day the three of them stood in the same place as yesterday. Nio was dressed entirely in black, as befits the bride's giver, Ghtraht was in his ceremonial olive-black armour, but Shieena was a true gem. She shone. Her entire face was painted with intricate gold and red patterns, and she was wearing a gold-and-red dress made of metal and leather. It was a war

Freaking psychopath. I let out a huff in frustration, "I'm fine." "Are you sure about that? You don't look too good," Ace's eyes trailed down my frame — or whatever he could see of it. I wore a thin layer of makeup which barely hid the dark circles lining my eyes. The flowy pink tank I wore helped hide the fact that I was too lazy to wear a bra this morning and I fought my way into my black jeans. One wrong move and I was certain I'd rip the seams.

The Bone Crown fragments grew almost too hot to hold. The Guardian stared in disbelief. "The old trial..." Elian whispered the words as though speaking them too loudly might awaken something worse. "I thought it had been destroyed." "What trial?" Cassian asked. Before anyone answered, the nearest Warden finally moved. It stepped forward with surprising grace for something so massive. Its bronze armor was scarred by countless battles, and deep cracks ran across its chest where stone still clung to the metal beneath. When it stopped before Cassian, it planted the tip of its sword on the floor.

He separated from the shadows without a single branch snapping. Bastian Crowne was taller than anyone I had ever seen. His shoulders filled the space between two pines, and the scars across his jaw and throat were silver in the starlight. His hair was short and black, and his eyes burned gold even in the dark. Not the amber flash of a partial shift. Solid, steady gold. He wore no coat. The cold didn’t seem to touch him.

And in front of me materializes Apex. He's tall, broad-shouldered, wearing nothing but low-slung black pants that do nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. His skin is a deep bronze, muscles carved like they were made for breaking things. Or people. Dark hair falls over his forehead, and his eyes glow faintly violet, scanning me like prey. He steps closer. I can smell him: clean sweat, musk, something metallic like ozone. The haptics are insane. Every footfall sends a tiny vibration up my legs.

We swore—quietly, privately—that she would never be alone in the dark. And now she is. “Shift,” I order. The word isn’t command. It’s permission. It’s the last thread holding restraint in place. Bramrik goes first. His spine arches, bones rolling under skin like a landslide. He drops to all fours, breath ripping out of him, and then the bear takes him—massive, hulking, fur dark as wet earth. Bigger than any natural thing should be. War-bred. Crowned. His claws score the roof as he turns his head toward me, eyes burning.