Brick Armstrong Novels & Stories

Maybe she had a breaking point and with all her honesty, she knew she was close to giving up on herself. "Here, it's all done, don't use this arm much," Clarke said, pulling her out of her thoughts as she looked down and blinked emotionlessly. Though tears were still dripping from her eyes. There was huge plaster on her hand and arm and Clarke secured the arm sling properly around her neck. "It's of no use, he'll break it again," Catherine whispered in a small voice. She knew he would break it again. Jasper gave her vibes of Richard. Richard used to hurt her in a way that gave immense pain and Jasper was no different.

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

"I’ll call you about lunch. Next week maybe." "Great." She responded, highly conscious of Brett vibrating with energy beside her, although when she glanced at him, his face was calm and impassive. He pulled her into a dance, with Christina Peri singing A thousand years. "Not sure I like him," he muttered. "Armstrong is a very nice guy." "Just so long as he knows you’re mine." "Brett come on, Armstrong is from my great grand aunt's lineage and he appeared on my mum's illustration of my maternal family tree. Even though he appears at a farther tip of a branch."

“What happened to the little girl you used to be? What happened to you Tammy?” “I grew up and realized that life is a bitch,” I replied simply. “Life is not ALWAYS a bitch,” my sister said. “Well, with the fuck-head I know, it is,” I mumbled softly to myself. My principal heard me and narrowed his eyes. “Miss Armstrong, if you are referring to me, I suggest you watch your mouth,” Mr. Jones snapped at me. “If I was talking about you, you’d be having a heart attack from all the foul language coming out of my mouth.” My sister slowly raised her head at me, and seemed to understand what I was talking about. This was impossible, because I was talking about Thomas.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

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.”

Carol That night, as I'm setting the table for dinner, Mr. Armstrong arrives home early. I'm almost startled as he comes through the door—usually he works late, coming home just in time to say goodnight to Brandon, or even later, when the boy is already fast asleep. He always stops in to see his nephew in the evenings, even if Brandon is passed out, but he's typically too busy to spend much time with us. But today, he's home at five. He comes into the kitchen, and Brandon runs up to him for a tackle hug.