Brida Novels & Stories

The Russians, the Irish, the Mexicans all watching as Felix and Muna walked in. Felix stood at the head of the table. “Thank you for coming.” Alexei, the Russian leader, sneered. “We came because you demanded it. Speak.” Felix’s voice was calm but deadly. “While I was locked up, some of you took what belonged to me. Now I’m back?and I’m taking it all back.” Sean O’Brien from the Irish side laughed. “You think you can? Your empire’s gone.” Muna stepped forward, her voice cold. “We already retook our Brooklyn warehouse from the Russians. And our supply lines are active again. How many of your men died last week, Alexei? Ten?”

“North America?” I bite my inner cheek, “Warmer.” Harry pops his head up while he kept the fork in his mouth before opening his mouth, “Carolina.” I laughed again, “If you’re forgetting it’s not a country.” Harry blinks, “It just popped inside my head out of the blue. Anyways, Brazil would be a good name for you.” He wiggles his brows. “And why?” “Because you look so Brazil-liant.” He cracks the corniest jokes I have ever heard of my entire life but I still couldn’t help myself from laughing at it. He smiles at me, “I see you love my jokes.”

A moment later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Lex. [Your sister still hasn't picked out her dress. I'm taking her to another shop first. Wait at the corner. I'll come get you later.] I walked to the corner and waited… from noon until darkness swallowed the sky. The bridal shop had long since closed. My phone battery slowly drained away. Right before it died completely, I mindlessly opened my social media feed. At the top was a post Veronica had uploaded just moments ago. In the photo, she and Lex stood on the deck of a luxury yacht, wrapped in each other's arms.

She looked at us and smiled “well now I know where I get being a red head from” Nova bent down and kissed our mother on the forehead. Then her next sentence broke the three of us. “Hi Mum.” I heard her whisper “it’s Noraveena I’m home. My brother’s found me, and now I am going to find you.”

The one Adrian’s enforcers never used to cross. The one Evelyn had bled across the night she lost Sophia. Her pulse pounded harder and harder in her chest as she crouched low behind a fallen log. Brina knelt by a rotted stump and whispered but not to the stone this time, to something buried beneath it. Moonlight caught on metal—onyx, not obsidian. Marked with a crescent carved in deep crimson.

Hothead: "This is not a bridge," Alodia says with crossed arms. She lets out a cough as she turns her head. I shake my head and roll my eyes. "I know this isn't a bridge," I say, "But it's better than nothing." "It is nothing," Alodia shouts. As she shouts, she uncrosses her arms and points at the ledge. "It's not nothing," Jump says. "If you pay attention a little more, you can see this particular ledge is angled upward when compared to the other ledges."

Fighting another creature’s house is how you end up a cautionary tale. Someone pressed a mug into my hand—blood warmed with clove and something bitter. I kept my fangs polite. The room watched the way people watch a striking snake. “Name?” the bone-bracelet woman asked. “Silver.” “Mmm.” She tipped her chin at the table. “Bríd. That’s Padraig. Aoife. Cian. Sit if you trust chairs.”

He looked in her eyes trying to read something and Meredith blinked at him with no expression. Brayden sighed then bent down and kissed Meredith like he was kissing a delicate flower. Meredith closed her eyes as she allowed him to gently caress her lips with his own. He ended the kiss, his lips stilling against hers for a breath before he pulled back to look into her eyes. “What would you like to do?” He asked her. “What is Portes du Soleil?” She asked simply. Brayden sighed and pulled back further so he could put his glove back on. “It's another ski resort,” He told her with a sigh. “It’s on the border of France. It has one of the most difficult ski trails in the world. It’s known as The Sw

The Meaths, reluctant to come, looked one parlor trick away from bolting, and her sisters seemed torn between letting them or considering restraints. After being in the meadow by the cliffs she'd often dreamed about and everything her sisters had told her, Kaida shouldn't be surprised Brady was an actual person. But having him in front of her, seeing him the first time while awake, had been like a lightning bolt to the chest. Throw in the fact he was a Meath, and she was tempted to do a little red wine therapy. A good Chateau Pontet-Canet Bordeaux sounded perfect.

BRI, LA FILLE DU MAFIEUX CHAPITRE 03 Ramona: Bri,Bri, hé ho Bri(revenant à elle): oui oui Ramona,je t'écoute Ramona : ah non,tu m'écoutes pas.(l'air vexée) Bri