Brent Weeks Novels & Stories

He would normally ask me how my day was going , what am I wearing and what he was thinking. Brent was direct and honest . He was the kind of guy who meant what he said and said what he meant . He proved it by deed too . On Friday when I picked up the phone feeling all sorts angst and bereaved he only said; he wanted to spend the weekend indoors . When I asked him if he was okay and what was going on he cut me off . I called him back and it went directly to voice mail. I left a message asking him what's going on ? Was it something I didn't do ? I even went as far as telling him; I have to know what's going on with us cause his behaving offish...

Now that all that was over, I was beginning to feel the agitation settling in. “He is on his way here,” Brent answered, glancing at his wristwatch. “He should be here in twenty minutes. We should sit,” Brent added. We all sat down, and Brent’s valet offered us something to drink. Brent’s family didn’t live in the city.

I turn to see him giving me puppy dog eyes and I can’t help but laugh. “Sure, I’ll tag along,” I say, grabbing onto the edge of the counter behind me for leverage and hopping up to sit on the surface. “I could use a little bit of fun.” “Atta girl,” Brent grins, holding out his beer to toast me. He quickly realizes that I don’t have one and pulls open the fridge beside me to fish out a couple more. “You’re gonna love it,” he adds as he twists the tops off of them using the hem of his t-shirt, handing one to me. “It gets pretty wild there on Wednesdays.”

“Let them whisper. You stand tall and let them know who they’re whispering about.” His words gave me courage, but tonight, something else kept me on edge. Brent was coming. I hadn’t seen him in weeks—not since I walked away from him at the Montenegro estate, after learning about the bribe his parents tried to offer me. He hadn’t called or texted. There were no letters, no explanations. But Chloe had hinted he was planning something. And the butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t go away. “Lim Aleira,” someone called behind me.

But obviously, I can't say it to him. "You were not like that before. You are even the one who initiates drinking and goes clubbing. What happened to you? Are you abandoning your friend?" Brent sounded sullen. "You're so dramatic, Ong," Wayne uttered. "Can't I just want to rest this weekend? You know how many cases I handled this whole week. I just want to have a peaceful rest," he added while he was busy putting on his coat. Wayne heard Brent's heavy sigh. "Okay... fine. Rest as much as you want. Remember to clear your schedule for the first week of next month. Silvestre and Corey are getting married. We are both invited."

“Anyway, I have somewhere to go, so I’ll see you around.” She gathers her clothes and walks into the bathroom. * Brent opens the door of his house and feels suddenly joyful. He had been away for almost a week on the pretext of looking for Oswyn’s descendant but he liked being here. Home. He walks up to his room to wash and change. He was missing Lilia. In the past three weeks, he had seen her thrice, but he talked to her every day and he was happy to know that she is safe. He knows that Damion will protect her at any cost.

Brent asked, scanning the room as though he had never seen it before. "I need to concentrate on my job; his house is so distracting. My cousins come home often and they have a lot of friends. Every weekend turns into a party weekend. I am a bit of an introvert ". Brent nodded nonchalantly and whispered, "I see______". Whitney motioned him to walk towards the couch and Brent moved to it and sat confidently. Relaxing on the couch, with his arms cuddled up on his chest, he said; "I had a bad day".

“So where is Brent?” she asked and Lea shook her head, becoming moody all of a sudden, confusing Ann. By the way, what time is it? Ann needed to go to church today since it was a Saturday and her family was always in charge of the church cleaning. Not only that, Brent was supposed to travel that morning to the states where he would study for about two months, a long time for the trio best friends. “Lea!” “He left. He went already and was really disappointed that you couldn’t wake up so we could both tell him our “See you soon”, and send him off with smiles on our faces.”

Chapter 4 It's been a week since Brent's funeral. I have to say, I'm quite proud of myself for how quickly we were able to arrange everything. Fortunately, the lady from the funeral home was very friendly and helpful. I'm still grateful that she didn't ask about the cause of his death. I felt nervous when she asked about it, but thank God I was able to keep it vague, and she didn't ask any more questions once she realized I didn't want to talk about it.

He retorted coldly. “What’s wrong?” The middle-aged man finally became more serious. “Chris is causing trouble again. Isn’t anyone watching him?” asked Brent with a furrowed brow. “It’s Sunday, so people are off. Sorry, it’s my fault for not paying attention to him.” Brent snorted coldly. He took a swig of his whiskey and then placed the glass rudely on the table. “From now on, there are no scheduled weekends off. Jace will rotate the days off for all of you. I don’t want Chris to have a day free from supervision!”