Brightburn Dc Novels & Stories

Nineteen: Behind the Glass Zacian POV The burner phone buzzed in my pocket like a hornet, pulling me from the haze of paperwork in my penthouse office. Vegas sprawled out below through the floor to ceiling windows, a glittering cesspool of lights that hid the real rot. I snatched it up. Ryker’s voice crackled through before I could even bark a hello.

“Solooo! I'm going solo. I have over ten layers of dead skin on my body and body, and I'm getting waxed — I'm getting everything, you can join me when you get back.” “I'll take you up on that. My back hurts.” “Sure, good luck, break a leg, an arm or whatever part brings good luck…” She trailed off. “And if you don't get it, just let me know I'll write something terrible about them on my blog.” “You've got a bounty on your head, focus on that.” ~ Brightwell Partners was in a glass building downtown, it was gigantic, obviously not what I expected. The name Brightwell sounded like it was a small business, company, with at most 5 employees. But this, this has a lobby with marble floors and a rec

BHYRON “Sir, sir, I found something!” It’s been three hours since I personally set the Gunam Brother's seventh warehouse on fire. Unfortunately, the fire grew uncontrollable and gutted the warehouse beside it, burning it to ashes. That warehouse belonged to Bethel Washington, a renowned American drug and arms dealer. I’ve been trying to reason with his men for the past hour. Thankfully, the warehouse was empty and not much was lost.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Her stomach twisted. Ethan peeked over the edge of the dumpster. His frame tensed. “We are not by ourselves.” Jenny’s breath caught. “What?” Ethan grabbed her hand. “Run.” The sound of trainers slamming towards the pavement despatched Jenny into movement. They dashed closer to the exit of the parking zone, but headlights flooded the distance, blinding them. A black automobile screeched to a stop in front of them. The doorways swung open. Two of Noah’s guys stepped out.

In my defense, at the time I thought I was doing the right thing by letting her enjoy her childhood. “You're doing it again. You're thinking it's your fault what happened to me at school, but it's not.” “I'm not,” I mumbled absently as I stopped on the strip and read the name of a particular store. Mary-Jane Dispensary, as you prefer. Anyone would think the store was about anything...if it weren't for the marihuana leaves decorating the sign on the front. Apparently, Red Falls wasn't as old-fashioned as I thought. In the fifteen minutes we'd been in town, I'd seen a Walmart, a gas station, three bars, a dry cleaner, three clothing stores, and what I thought were two brothels.

“Where are we going in the first place?” “In the tallest building here in Moonburn, The Lunar Empire building.” The Lunar Empire building, the center of business of Moonburn. Some called it the Heart of Moonburn, Washington. I heard during my senior high school days that most of my classmates who want to pursue business wanted to work there. They say that the salary there is much more favorable than going to New York and California.

Lingering glances, curious looks. They meant nothing. They could find someone else to fantasize about. I was already gone. Maybe not officially. But for Ally? I’d wait an eternity. The storefront appeared as I rounded the corner. “Dressed in Black.” I adjusted my cuffs as I stepped inside, the bell above the door chiming uselessly. My gaze immediately locked onto a tall guy standing beside an older woman, gesturing toward a rack of expensive clothes. I glanced at his name tag. Kaden.

I'd never get around to seeing my face and not thinking about her, not seeing her. The girl in the mirror stared back, gaze unwavering. The left side of my face was totally affected by the fire. It was a 3 degree burns though lots of surgeries over the years have reduced the scars greatly and now, it was a little over 1 degree burns. My left eye was badly affected though and I've had to wear contact lenses. I subconsciously ran my hands over the lines marring my left face, they stretched further into my neck and chest and my tummy, then my legs. I lived through sheer luck.