Bro Just Stepped Back Novels & Stories

Brax growled, I could tell he was trying to hold himself back. “Get the fuck away from her, Blaze.” Brax stepped forward toward Blaze. I grabbed Brax’s arm trying to hold him back. I squared my shoulders and straightened myself to my full height. This guy doesn't scare me. “I know what you're doing, Blaze. You're not going to use me to get to Brax.” I said, Blaze stepped closer and Brax growled.

He says sternly, using his hand to emphasize his point. I nod my head immediately in response, but before I have the opportunity to apologize to him I'm interrupted by Zac as he re-enters the room. I instantly grow silent, not wanting him to witness any more embarrassing or degrading interactions between Jack and I. Zac brings his body over to where we were, pulling his black backpack over his shoulders in the process. "You ready to go bro?" He questions as he reaches Jack's side. Jack looks down at me one last time, having his eyes rake up and down my body before finally looking away. His eyes flicker down to my phone for a few seconds before eventually meeting back with mine.

Travis said and stepped away from the podium. The hall suddenly fell silent until it was revived by indistinct noises. I had just sipped my cocktail when I caught sight of Brian. His steps were unsteady and he was walking up the stage. Just a few inches from me, he broke into long strides and in a twinkle of an eye, he was standing next to me. With a dangerous scrow, he stuck out his hand and wanted to stifle me but I dodged out of his way and one of Travis' bodyguards manhandled him.

But a baby is still a baby— before stepping back. Jasmine was caught off guard by his next move. Tbc...

he teased and I rolled my eyes We joined the ladies in the living room and Dad stood up to go talk to Brielle. They came back into the living room after some minutes, what could they have been talking about? “It’s getting late so I guess we should start going” Lizzy suggested “Right, I’ll ask the driver to drop you at home” Father suggested “No it’s okay, we drove here, our car’s just in the parking lot” Lizzy replied “Oh alright” Brielle and Lizzy got up to leave and my dad walked them out, Brielle turned to look at me one more time before she walked away

I smiled when he moves his gaze on my face, but he just raised both of his brows while in his usual deadpan emotion. I turned and walk back to exit the stage. The runway ends within two hours and all Brigor did was to raise his brows and scowl at me. "Mommy!" Brice screeched when he saw me. "Hello, my handsome baby boy," I kissed his cheeks before taking him in my arms. "Let's go," Brigor said and placed his coat on my shoulders. "What the hell? I need to change," I said while trying to remove his grip. "Change inside my car."

"I don't know what stunt you think you were pulling off this morning, but cut it off. Let's go." He walked toward me, attempting to grab my arm. However, Jin spoke up just then. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He uttered bluntly, placing both his arms in front of himself. Kieran's frown only deepened as he turned his head to Jin. Meanwhile, the latter turned his gaze to Brock's friends who still stood in the distance. "I thought I made myself clear last time?" He asked calmly, arching an eyebrow. Twitch looked the most frightened among them when Jin eyed him coldly and took a few steps back.

Brooks laughs hearing this but he suddenly notices something. "Where is Juliet?" He looks around. "I've not seen her since I arrived, where is she?" Mrs. Avery and Brianna's faces pull into a frown and Brianna points towards the door, making both Mr. Santiago and Brooks Miller glance back, and there they could see Juliet walking in. But that was not all... Brooks's mouth literally opens as he gapes at the man being pushed into the house in a wheelchair. He stands there, frozen on the spot.

And Brian took the initiative before I did, coming a half step forward. Taking a step back was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I cranked my neck backwards so I could look up at him with a cocked eyebrow. He was so focused that he didn't notice the hand reaching for the arrow closest to me; it was stuck in his side. I pulled it out swiftly, then stepped back. The arrow came out with little stress and a bit of blood. He doubled over, growling what I was sure was an insult. I waved the bloody arrow in his face, “I care about you, mate, so I made the pointy types. Easy to rip out.”

"Do not move. Do not pull away, or the bone will set crooked." Bram gave a single nod. "Do it." * * *