Brazen Novels & Stories

The IV drip clicking for a while, until Grinch lets out an exhalation. “I was never a shield, but if being a human bulletproof is what it takes to keep Brain Box alive. Then I'm up for it” Breanna's face tightens, her brow arching—equal parts impressed and challenged. She came in thinking he was bleeding—vulnerable. But there’s nothing fragile about the man on the bed. She steps back slowly, saying nothing in response. Because there’s nothing left to say that won’t bounce off that wall of granite resolve. Crouching right by the posterior of his bed, she picked her blazer, seeing herself out.

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

I smirk She swats my arm. "Just don't trip on your beauty." My hair has been woven into intricate braids, small silver chains threaded throughout. When I turn, they catch the torchlight like falling stars. Around my neck rests the crescent-moon pendant my grandmother once wore. I run my fingers over it absently, my heart heavy. She should have been here for this. Bran, of course, looks regal without even trying. His tunic is dark charcoal, the silver accents subtle but powerful, stitched into the collar and sleeves. Over it, he wears a fitted black leather vest, a nod to his warrior's roots. He moves like the embodiment of night and storm, like a force of nature wrapped in elegance.

Paint the rusted metal walls with Eagle Brother grey matter. But Brielle. Brielle was out there, watching, waiting for my signal. A signal I hadn’t given. A signal I couldn’t give if I started a bloodbath right now. Her safety was the only chain holding back the rabid beast that lived beneath my skin, the one that saw solutions painted only in crimson.

“My name is Brianna, Brianna Violet, the future Luna of Violet pack.” She displayed her long straight claws and licked her lips while preying to Noah and Toby. She wore a skin-tight black leather jacket with a high-cut mini skirt, black sheer stocking, and black leather boots. Her curly brunette hair was cut short. “What do you want?” Noah asked again, while his left hand signaling Toby to stand behind him. Brianna smiled wickedly, “Simple, I just want you dead.” “But I won’t just give my life away without a fight,” Noah replied.

“It’ll be fun, I swear. You are the reason that I'm here; you can’t just wear jeans and a T-shirt all the time.” I hesitated, looking at the dress, then at the security guards who had followed us into the store. Bryon had followed us in; he leaned casually against a pillar doing something on his phone. The rest of the men had stayed outside except one, who was trying and failing incredibly to look like a regular customer. That's a little hard to do when you are wearing an all-black suit and sunglasses. “Don’t worry about them,” Bree said, her voice barely audible as she nudged me when she saw me staring. “They’re not here to stop you from having fun. You’re a Davinci. The world’s your oyster

After the duke left, he took advantage of his absence to open the book about the Emius once again. He was dying to understand what the purple colour he saw on Taegen's eyes meant. As he was flipping through the big book, he read a lot of interesting things he didn't know about these strange creatures. The one that struck him the most was the fact that the Emius are the most sensitive creatures when it comes to a breakup or the loss of someone very dear.

"There you are! My name is Braxton, Alpha Braxton Gleason, it's a pleasure to finally and officially meet you!" His smile is infectious but my heat and soul also break with what is about to happen. "Braxton, sir, thank you for calming me down, and you can go ahead and reject me now. I understand you don't have to explain to me. I have no doubt that you will find a strong partner for this pack to help you lead!" I said so softly that I could barely hear my own voice.

she says and gives herself a once over in the mirror, smoothing the front of her dress down. Bren’s dress is a deep red that hits her mid-thigh and is strapless. She slides on black peek-a-boo heels and Rima styles her hair up into a messy, but elegant up do. “Wow! You look gorgeous,” I tell her and wrap my arms about both of them. We turn to the mirror, and I take us in. Our dresses and styles are all very different. My hair stands in sharp contrast to theirs with the vibrant colors that Bren dyed it. I hope it won't be too hard to get my hair back to its natural color after tonight. Bren thought the bright colored hair would keep the pack members from recognizing me right away. It seemed c