Brick X Buttercup Novels & Stories

You are the brightness of this course, you are the brightness with which I clean the floor of my house, you are the brightness with which I wash the dishes, any other brightness you want? The boy looked at him angrily and then came closer to his face "You're like that child ..., a bitch that only seeks money in other people just for pleasure, as well as prostitutes. Luke also approached and looked at him with a smile of triumph. "What does it affect you? It's with my ass that I do what I want is not with yours ... and if I'm a bitch, well then I'm a classy bitch "he raised his chest with great confidence. "You are identical to your brother, two bitches in the same conditions "his voice was p

“The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –” “Stop it!” Bruce snapped. He dropped ice into a glass. Christopher and Trevor laughed. “All right, play the audio that says Story Time with Mistress B,” Trevor said as he leaned over the laptop.

Braxton mumbled. “What’s the big deal with those things?” Lexi asked as she dropped into the chair next to me. “They’re fruit filled, and Chastity makes them with homemade fruit sauce inside. There is apple, strawberry, and BLUEBERRY!” Braxton said excitedly. “Is he related to Norm by any chance?” Lexi asked as she looked at me. “Um…no.” I responded with a snicker. “Try one, and you’ll see.” Braxton stated with a sniff.

His laughter echoed off the windows. Buttercup turned to face him, her eyes wide. She had to get out of there; had to get those girls out of there. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, focusing her energy on releasing her bonds. With a small burst of power, she snapped the ropes holding her wrists, then kicked out with her right leg to punch the closest dark elf in the gut. She held her hand up towards Fat Boy, sending a surge of power out of herself towards the thug. It connected, sending him sprawling along the tile and almost dumping him into the pool. He saw where he headed, panicked, and then scrambled backwards away from the edge of the pool. Buttercup then turned to lash out at

Ignoring the looks I was getting I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the jug of chocolate milk, now to find a cup. “ The cups are in the third cabinet to your right.” Hunter tells me “ thanks!” Opening the cabinet I grab a shiny blue cup that has a picture of a pizze on it that says stay cheesy. “ hey that's my cup!” Andrew pouts “ I don’t see your name on it?” I mocked “ Who would put their name on a cup?” “ someone who didn’t want other people using it.” I winked pouring the chocolate milk in the mug “ What are you doing Briella?” Erik asked

Apple “Emerald, Zero-Zero-Zero!!” Geneva said and they crowd started applauding curious whom this person was. I turned to see how Diana was, then a young lady approached her with a little briefcase and she took a card outta of it, and started walking slowly, so full of herself.

“Change.” My brows scrunch. “What?” He sets the shopping bag down slowly like they were fragile before leaning against the edge of my table and damn....he looks so good. “You’re my plus one, Kratoska.” He cocks his head, voice deepening. “My date.” I felt my belly flutter with excitement and also nerves. “Your plus one?” He nods. “There’s a fundraiser dinner. Bratva business that involves powerful faces and important investors.” Just from hearing the word ‘Bratva’, my stomach twisted into knots as the contents of the flash drive flashes into my head.

'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be? My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

The house smells like butter and brown sugar when we finally make it back from the training ring, all of us sweaty and exhausted and somehow more connected than we were before. Jax disappears into the kitchen with the kind of enthusiasm that suggests he's about to create something either amazing or catastrophic, and within minutes the scent of whatever he's baking fills the entire first floor. River showers first, then Leo, then me, and by the time I emerge in soft leggings and one of Ezra's enormous hoodies that hangs to my knees, the living room has been transformed.

Brix explained. “You’re amazing, Brix! It’s like you graduated with honors back in high school,” Mico said happily. I just shook my head at the two of them. “And Plan B is the one you thought of—setting up a date, like a blind date, so it’ll be fun,” Brix added. “That’s perfect!” Mico agreed. “Then maybe you two should be the ones making the plan. I feel embarrassed,” I told them. “Sweetheart, don’t sulk!” Brix said to me.