Briar U Series In Order Novels & Stories

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CARTER BROTHERS SERIES, here's the list: (these are on Dreáme Àpp) Maddox and Bree: Saved By The Devil Dom and Kiara: Hating My Baby's Father Brandon and Elle: Obsessed with My Future Husband Alex and Scar: Scarred Knîght. Check them out, you'll like them if you love your heroes damaged and dark, and finally getting their happily ever after that they deserve. These books are dark romance and are for matured readers, check TW. You might hate them but you'll end up loving them. Thankyou once again. Until the next time! ♡

Well, I have a few. One: Briar. Over the course of the week, he's been going in and out of the camp, "strategizing" with the other members and "reinforcing" their fight power. It's all a bunch of bullshit. He neither strategized nor reinforced anything but my hatred for him. Every time I passed him by, he would give me this knowing smirk, like he knows I feel absolutely mortified about the whole thing. Well, I still am, but my desire to wallop him overrules pretty much everything else.

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Add to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

Granted they would sometimes play tricks on her and perform the task in a bad mood, but she was their master and obey they shall. The rain began to fall as requested, and Brianna suddenly felt uneasy, as if the rain was not supposed to be there and that time. But the flames were already starting to consume the healthy part of the woodland and that simply wouldn’t do. The rain was almost done putting down the fire when Bree heard a terrifying cry, so full of pain and agony that she almost crawled to the ground to hold her knees up her chest. ----

He cut the call without another word. THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The iron gates of the Bratva’s Empire loomed ahead, black and towering, the Morozov crest carved into steel. Armed guards stood at each side, rifles in their hands, faces blank masks. As Mikhail’s car rolled closer, the beams of its headlights caught the silver edge of their weapons. The gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, metal groaning as though even the compound itself acknowledged the weight of who was arriving.

“Understood. I sincerely apologize for bringing it up.” “Good.” Briar said, and she got up from the chair. “Now, you will begin with your first task.”

He sent me a firm warning gaze, like there would be no argument. There wasn’t. I wasn’t healed properly and everyone knew it. The dizziness still came in waves if I moved too fast and the stitches along my ribs burned beneath my shirt with every breath. But none of that mattered tonight. Oma climbed into the driver’s seat of the SUV while I slid into the passenger side. Her braids had been taken out into her natural afro, sharp eyes fixed ahead. The engine rumbled softly beneath us as the convoy rolled forward through the gates.

Not to mention, Briar has three drinks, which is the most Briar thing ever. She can never settle on anything when it comes time to make a choice. I, however, always know what I want or where I’m going. She’s chaos, and I’m precision. We might be identical on the outside, but inside we’re often polar opposites, and that has always balanced us out.

Open Briar Violet did not scream. She considered that a personal victory. The blue ribbon clung to the outside of her bedroom window, soaked flat against the glass. Rain dragged its pale tails downward in slow, uneven lines. The tag twisted in the wind just enough to show the words again. OPEN BRIAR. Of course. Because apparently the universe had decided subtlety was for people with healthy sleep schedules. Violet sat up slowly. The Briar envelope lay beneath her pillow, its edges pressing through the fabric like it had been waiting for the window to speak first.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. NOTE: This story touches on some serious topics and do know that if you're going through the same or know someone who is going through this you and they are not alone. There is help out there just waiting for you to take it. Four Years Earlier [Brielle's POV] "We're here!"