Brida Novels & Stories

Breda replied, looking at her as if he had grown up with two extra heads. "Then why did you angrily hiss 'MINE’ at the time when that model hugged Alpha?" Arabella asked, shocking Breda. "Are you werewolves possessive of your brothers and sisters too?" She asked next, thinking it was Breda's voice since it was animistic, so she was assuming that was the reason it was different from her original tone. "You mean to say that I called ‘MINE’ watching Alpha and that... that actress Tiara hugging each other?" Breda asked, to which Arabella nodded her head.

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

Gianna Vitale kept on pacing the length of her hotel room like a wounded wild animal. A wide window overlooked the busy Sicilian harbor, where ships were drifting in and out like silent conspirators. But at that moment, Gianna saw none of it. Her face was twisted with annoyance, and her usually steady hands were trembling with forced back violence.

I couldn't see if she was crying or what since Brady's back was to me and her back was to Brady. Grabbing the back of her neck, he bent her so that his pelvis was in line with her ass, "Maybe I'll do you from behind. That should be fun and then, just like Kendra's pathetic excuse of a girlfriend, I'll send a video of it to everyone. Kendra and Zion really do belong with one another," Brady sneered, beginning to undo his pants. That's when I noticed that Alina chose to wear a damn dress today. Fucking hell!

~Tyra’s Point of View~ Obviously this wouldn’t be my first time being intimate but the anticipation sure made it seem like it. Reba was practically falling over herself trying to chase him down. We came through some brush and I heard the sound of water faintly trickling. It was easy to track Ridge between his scent and the blood on him, which simultaneously made me weak with desire but also disgusted. I didn’t like my mate being hurt and I was desperate to fix his wounds.

“What does that mean?” He releases a deep breath and kisses my forehead before he says, “According to Azazel, a Breija is a mirror seer. He says that Breijas are rare. That they usually see death visions through reflections. He also said that untrained Breijas have a hard time restraining their power and that they usually die young.” My breath halts at his words. I take a few deep breaths and pull back from his arms. “What?” My throat swells up with bile.

I had finally found the one for me. The next day, I went to the airport to see my family off. On the way back home, I received a call from Brannon. He was inviting me to Kribi. They were celebrating his girlfriend Xaveria’s birthday there and he planned on proposing to her. Brannon was a serious womaniser and I wasn’t sure he was ready to settle down but it wasn’t my place to judge or question him. He was old enough and knew what he was doing. I just prayed he wasn’t making a big mistake and I hoped he didn’t break her heart. I had met Xaveria once and she was a sweet and lovely girl. How she put up with Brannon and his wild ways, I don’t know. Most people mistook me for a play boy but I did

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

Don’t leave any openings…) “Aah!! There’s too much to consider! Hey, you! Come out now and face me!” Bilgrae. An elite unit of the Scarlett Army whose defence and strength exceed normal mortal bounds. He was not much of a brainer, however, his instincts were abnormal. “Tch! You won’t come out, huh? Then…” Bilgrae lifted his arms to smash the ground in hopes to scatter all of the piles of flower petals. That was when Sara jumped out of a pile to his left. Bilgrae immediately sensed her approach and swung his tail at her. His tail directly hit her side and knocked out the air out of her. But then, she suddenly disappeared in a swirl of petals.