Brick X Buttercup Novels & Stories

I won't leave until we have a deal he told me,walking over to the table where Robert is and taking a sit opposite to him"Excuse me miss,do you have cheesecake?" Chloe points"Yes we do"she responded immediately"I will bring you over two slices um will you like anything?"she directed her question to Robert. "Please hot coffee,regular cream and extra sugar" I wanted to tell Chloe not to get them anything but they had become paying customers so i can't,I felt like i was the only one acting otherwise to the situation so I went behind the counter to get their pastries. "What's going on?"Chloe whispered to me as I was close enough.

said Brian with a frown. "Why?" I asked confused. "You're a werewolf, you're going to break it." I nodded to show understanding even though I was completely and utterly confused. Brian was a strange person, for lack of better words. I was drawn to him, experiencing a pull that made me want to submit to him. it was strange, he was a Beta and I was an Alpha. I shook my head clearing it off of the thoughts. "Do want ice cream or juice?" He asked. I shook my head in response. "No, thanks." I added politely.

Brax put his arms around me and kissed me, “at least ten times.” “Well, I love you. I love you. I love you.” I counted on my fingers. “I love you so much; I love you enough to do a weird ritual; I love you; I love you; I love you; I love you.” I reached nine fingers, and before I could say it a tenth time, Brax put my pinky finger into his mouth and began sucking on it. ‘You were saying?’ He teased through the mindlink. ‘I can still count without my fingers.’

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

Boring on the surface I flip through the stack and find something wedged behind a file,an invitation. It’s not to a fundraiser. It’s to La Rue Noire,an exclusive underground auction. I’ve been once. Years ago. They don’t sell paintings. They sell people. Secrets. Weapons. Lives. And Leon has a front row seat. Bastard. I scan the date. It’s tomorrow. I snap a photo of the invitation and slip everything back the way I found it. As I close the drawer, I hear something,soft. A floorboard creaking upstairs.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

Taunting her as I slanted closer, I was suckered into glancing at her lips as she licked them. The idea of her being intimidated shouldn't have thrilled me, but I'd never really enjoyed butting heads with a woman like this before. Never minding her prim and proper appearance, she was giving as good as she got. And I couldn't get enough of it. Of pushing her buttons and wondering if she'd crack. If she'd lose that professionalism and waver. "Stubborn," she stated with a deadpanned smirk. "Perhaps indicative of a need for a scan to rule out a traumatic brain injury or concussion."

It still doesn't make it right, but I currently wonder to myself if I'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should. The door squeaks open, yanking me out of the frightening haze. When I turn to see who it is that has decided to disturb my quiet depression, Brixton is standing there with dark eyes filled with pools of rage, which astounds me beyond belief. His gaze grows threatening and possessive, sending a chill down my spine and causing me to shiver. I take a deep breath and slowly swallow as he gets closer, hands in pockets, and a gun visibly tucked into his waistband. The sun is shining today, and the rays bounce off of him, highlighting the stunning features that make up his physique.

"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.

Braxton's eyes kept flickering between his normal green, and that of his wolf, which was amber. Blackberries and cinnamon, please tell me that is not your mate's scent! I ask and silently pray that it is not his mate's scent. The atmosphere becomes less hostile, and I can see that the Alpha is calming down. No, that is not my mate's scent! I blew out a shaky breath and looked around as we sat. I see that Heath looks nervous and confused. I will talk to him later about what happened. I looked at the table and saw a small black woman's wallet with a red rose embroidered on the front. It must belong to whoever was here before us.