Brick Armstrong Novels & Stories

It was no secret that his Sargent at arms had staked his claim earlier than most, Aimee was a beautiful teenager, and he would watch Braxton secretly follow her to school, watching over her, and keeping her close by as she grew. He approved of their match, Brax was a good man, loyal, honest, and fair, he had shown his worth a thousand times over in club business, and many times William had offered him the VP cut, only to have him turn it down, saying he writes with his fists, not a pen, and the paperwork that came with the job didn't appeal to him at all.

The next moment, Oskar Armstrong’s assistant was brought over as soon as he waved his hand. A man in a white suit drew out a watermelon knife and chopped off the assistant’s left arm. Ugh! The assistant convulsed with pain and kept rolling on the ground. However, he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, “Senior Armstrong, you can’t help him. The Americans are shameless. Even if you did operate on him, he would never let you go.” “Keep quiet. Slap him!” Butler Yates said coldly.

Armstrong still had some respect from Nicklaus because he was a reasonable person who followed the law. "Nicklaus, Meredith's mother was arrested this morning for causing intentional harm. Are you aware of this?" Armstrong asked after Nicklaus greeted him politely. The Yard group was the second largest official conglomerate in the whole of Breaton. Armstrong's influence can never be underestimated. After learning that Asher and Fiona have been arrested for intentional harm, he sought for information through different source. However, no one knew that Fiona has been arrested by the police and no one knew where Fiona and Asher had been detained.

I lashed out. I've never been to the barracks before, I was shocked when a Female soldier stopped us for check in. I couldn't help it as I checked her out, she was so curvy and beautiful. The uniform fitted her to perfection. I strained my eyes to look at the name tag on it. "Tibiebi Millicent Jackson" I read out loud. "This is the Rock's son, Kenechukwu right? " another female asked

He turned to head back to the table. "Aren't you going to use the restroom?" She tried to stop him with a hand on his arm as he turned and headed back. He brushed her hand off, showing her the distaste he felt for the first time. She didn't exactly recoil, but she got the message. "Nope, I got what I came for."

she insisted, pointing toward the tent’s entrance. Realizing she was losing her grip on the situation, Keia chimed in, “Hey Bruce?” She tugged on his arm. “Ever heard of PMS?” That finally got him to step outside. “There,” Keia said, brushing her hands together. “You just have to know the right words.” “I thought he’d never budge.” “It’s not too bad,” Keia said, picking up a brush and running it through her hair. “For you, sure. You can stroll out without anyone chasing you. Bruce won’t leave my side for a second.”

"Well, my daughter is not home right now. She's getting married to a son of the Carter family—Finn Carter." "What?!" The sharp exclamations came from two people at once—Beatrice and an unexpected voice from the doorway. Armstrong's head snapped toward the entrance. "Oh, neighbor! What are you doing there? Come in." The man stepped closer, his gaze locked on Armstrong. "Repeat what you just said, Mr. Smith." Armstrong frowned. Why did his neighbor care so much about his daughter's marriage? Hmm… my daughter must be quite the catch. From Liam Carter to his brother Finn… and now Charles Langford…

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

I've worn most of the catalogue, because I train like a person with something to prove, which I am. That is not a support brace for a tweaked wrist. That's rigid. Full forearm. That's a break, more than a week old at least by how he's moving around it, practiced, like the arm and him have already negotiated their new arrangement. Weeks. He's been hiding a broken arm from his entire family for weeks. He hasn't seen me yet. I could play this smart. Observe. Gather. Build the file. Screw the file. I cross the floor.

Why am I looking at him like this? "I wanted to talk to you," he says smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly. Adrian suddenly steps forward, grabbing my arm gently in his hand. He is the complete opposite of me in this situation; calm, professional. My bet is that I am probably still bright red. I mean, I can't even get my hands to stop quivering by my side. "She has a private office," Adrian tells him, stepping up to his role of assistant at the one time I don't appreciate. All I want to do is tell Alpha Grayson to leave, so I don't have to face this current embarrassment.