Brightney X Rodger Novels & Stories

she speaks in a sweet gentle voice, everyone around smiles and begins to gesture reverence for each other. "As you may know, these past few days have been quite busy for everyone, and rejoiceful for anywho have come home and found their mate, AND don't worry...if you haven't found her or him, you will...soon. We will hold a meeting shortly for those of you who are still unsure of your duties and let you know once we speak to our elders and our alpha. Also, as many of you have noticed, our beta, Tyler Slate has finally returned, and....as you all noticed, he has not returned empty-handed." everyone begins to cheer making Tyler smile from ear to ear as he grips my waist tightly, an immense fee

Roger said, reaching him and putting his hand on Kendrick’s shoulder. “Good. You just need to talk sometimes. I know that’s tough for you.” Kendrick said to him with a smile. “I’m sorry brother.” Roger said softly, stepping into him for a hug. Kendrick went to hug him back but at the last minute Roger grabbed Kendrick’s neck and with one swift motion jerked his head to the side. A loud bone snapping crack radiated around them. In that one quick minute Roger snapped his neck. Kendrick didn't even have a chance to fight back. Roger let go of Kendrick and Kendrick’s body hit the cold hard ground, the sound bouncing off the walls of the alley.

A lot more. “You think Rodger’s behind that article?” Marcia asked. “I do.” I spoke sternly. “We went to Club Lure the other night, and he and Bentley got into some kind of stare off. Rodger randomly came onto me at my place, and ever since then, he’s been acting strange. Like he’s got a chip on his shoulder or something.”

Rodrick hugged the doctor and broke down even more. Months later Det. Brighton was released and went on staying with Rodrick for a few months until he was all better and then moved into his own place. A house by the ocean with a gorgeous lighthouse next to it. He moved there with Dylan and as promised began to raise him as his own and they grew to form a beautiful bond as father and son. And of course Rodrick and Vera stayed in their lives; they needed to support each other with everything they had been through and that brought them even closer; so much so Det. Brighton was Rodrick's best man at his wedding with Dylan the ring bearer.

“I didn’t expect Rodney to have some skills. He usually looks so flamboyant.” “How can he possibly get along with Shaun and Chester if he doesn’t have skills?” Catherine, who had keen eyesight, could soon tell that Rodney and Bryce were equally matched in the fight. None of them had an edge over the other. Sure enough, Rodney and Bryce parted in a sorry state after some time. Both their faces were injured.

Billy said, looking proud. I banged my hand on the table, tired of this shit. I wanted to get back to my mate. “FOCUS!” Everyone jumped and went silent. Even Darren. “Sorry, Alpha,” Billy muttered. Este sat back in her chair, looking around the table at all of us. “So, is it time for you to tell me what you called me here for? Who is this Rodger I’m supposed to meet?” “Rodger is with Kai and Beau, our other stripper friends, scoping out the enemy’s shit right now. He should be back tonight. I’ll go ahead and tell you what Rodger has planned….”

She quickly broke the hug, wiping her tears with the back of her hand before sniffling. "Sorry, I was carried away by—" Her words went back to her throat when she saw the face, and her eyes widened. It's the richest investor in this city, the popular man-whore whose doll-hiring story never leaves the lips of young ladies. The handsome sex addict, CEO of Catalyst Investments—Ryat Briggs. "Are you fine now?" He asked worriedly, his voice as soothing as his scent. Tiffany sniffled again, her eyes ravaging him from his face to his shoes, then back to his face.

The next series of photos Brian saw were the ones where rod and I hung out at different eateries and the cocktail date we had of recent. “Who is this man? Were you able to find out for me? What is his identity? He has appeared in all the photos and I can see they live together or something.” The spy replied calmly, “He is Rod Benson, son to James Benson, the richest tycoon in New York. News has it that he cut ties with his father just so he could be with Melissa and since he got to Ohio he has been with Melissa.” Brian’s brow thickened in fury, “What did you just say? Are you trying to tell me, my wife lives with this Rod? I mean do they cohabit? And how sure are you about this claim?”

He took out a $100 bill and put it in the tip jar, then he turned to her, “Shall we go?” Show off, she thought. She smiled and stood up to leave. “Have a good day, Sir,” the barista said. “You too, Steve,” he called him by his first name. Richard was tall, and from his posture, she could tell he worked out regularly. His biceps were visible from how his sweater shaped around his shoulders and arms. He pulled up his sleeves and his hairy forearms showed. Not too much hair, enough for her to imagine that he probably had some chest hair that she really liked.

The kind of stage I’d once watched from a distance, never dreaming I’d stand here. Maya leaned in. “Ready, Care?” I nodded. Or tried to. My throat was too dry. Then I heard it. A laugh. Familiar. Rough around the edges, the kind of sound I hadn’t forgotten no matter how much I tried. I froze. And when I turned— There he was. J.ay Johnson. Tall. Perfectly pressed Covenant blazer. The kind of presence that sucked air out of a room. For a moment, the world stilled. His eyes flicked across the room, searching. Then they landed on me.