Brightney X Rodger Novels & Stories

The guard I had grown close to. I sobbed into the kiss as Brian plaued with my body when he finally pulled away from me moving his mouth down to my neck whispering to mein my ear comfortingly. "Shhh I promise you, I maybe a cannibal killer, but my oh my how I would love to have you as mine."' I tried fighting when Brian had let me go and I found that I wasn't gonna be able to get out. I turned to see Brian approaching me. I cried out and tried to run away but he was too fast for me and too big. He then took out what I saw as a needle and soon I was out and I didn't know what happned after that. Before falling asleep I saw him take Martin from under his bed and placed his body in his bed cov

The bond between us grows stronger with each passing day, and I am grateful to have Stacey by my side, a beacon of light and love in my life. Stepping out onto the balcony, the cool breeze washing over me, I dial Roger's number, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. “What is the update, Roger? Did you find out about Meg and Tyler?” As he answers the call, Roger informs me about the growing bond between Meg and Tyler, their interactions becoming more frequent and intimate. The news deepens my suspicions, further fueling my concerns about the hidden motives behind their secretive meetings.

He went ahead and opened the gate for him. Rogers came into the house and parked his car. He walked towards the house and rang the doorbell. The head maid came and opened for him. “Am sorry to knock at the door this late but I am here for Mr Brighton. I am Rogers, a police officer at the Water spring station, is he in? I would like you to call him,” Rogers said in an authoritative tone. “ No need to be here,”Brighton said as he came down stairs followed by Alicia who could show a sense of nervousness in her eyes.

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 girl that Rodney kissed. "What are you doing here?" Rodney asked Margaret. "Bryce is my ex-boyfriend, so I should come to bid my farewell," Margaret said. Her eyes were glued to me as she walked towards. "Oh right, I almost forgot that you played us both," Rodney said. "And I'm so good at that, right?" Margaret said, mocking Rodney. "So, she's your wife? Impressive, I didn't expect that you will marry someone after I ditch you because you are diehard to me," she said to Rodney but he didn't pay attention to her so she talked to me.

Jade's POV It was finally Saturday, I could sit back and just enjoy the day or so I thought. My mum came back early this morning and suggested we all do a family bonding thing-- you'd think someone who just came back from pulling a night shift would be more tired-- even though Blake wasn't exactly part of the family, she thought that Blake and I were fighting and wanted to do this. "We're not fighting ma'am, I promise." he begged, he also wanted to stay in today, we all did. Jonathan was sporting a killer headache and I just wanted to sleep, maybe Blake still had that girl in his room and was thinking of ways to get her out.

“Parading her around like you own the city. Acting like your family’s money makes you kings. But I know what you really are. Criminals. Thugs in expensive suits.” Ryan didn’t blink, didn’t move. “Careful, Brighton. You’re drunk and out of your depth.” Brighton laughed—unhinged, bitter. “Am I? You took everything from me—my girl, my future. And now your little girlfriend’s sniffing around Pedro? Maybe she’s finally tired of slumming it with mafia trash.” Roy moved then—fast, putting himself between Brighton and us, voice low and lethal. “Back off. Now.” Brighton’s eyes flicked to Roy, sneer deepening. “Or what, injured captain? You can barely stand straight.”