Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

Jaylen's POV I've never been so proud of Brock in the entirety of my life but right now, he's the best. We might not be friends but then what he said now made him want to kiss his feet. "I have more your highness" another conniving voice shouted. He then walked to the middle where he could be seen. I know the guy. He's a painter who uses reality as what he paints. He moves about most times with a camera. "Who are you?" Brock asked.

Jacks messages aren't delivering Zac isn't responding Nobody has seen or heard from either of them in nearly twenty-four hours and some strange man was seen breaking in and driving Jack's car. What the fuck is going on?!

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

I blushed and tried moving back,but he was still holding me. "So...sorry,I can stand now,"I stuttered blushing,trying to cover it I lowered my head. "You sure you didn't do that purposely?"he smirked,"Stop covering your blush,it looks cute on you." And now my whole face was red. "I have to go,"I said rushing away from him "My name's Kevin," he yelled when I got to the elevator. BRIAN The meeting went by smoothly, we really got along with each other and it was a success. Normally,I was dreading having the meeting with Falcon holdings,because I never really liked Jake,we never got along,though we knew each other since we were just little kids.

My knuckles are bloody, but I continue to hit the punching bag in front of me. The sting of the wolfsbane-laced fabric always serves to make me hit harder; I need to be stronger than the pain. I need to get used to it so it can no longer hurt me. “Creed,” I hear my cousin, Luka, calling behind me. He’s my closest friend right now as well as my Beta and Brigadier, but lately, I’ve been pulling away from him and everyone else around me. What I like about Luka is the fact that he doesn’t pry, but when you eventually open up then he’s a good shoulder.

he replies questioningly with a grin. Despite him living in the middle of the woods, he looks quite good. His clothes are clean without holes, and his face looks healthy. “That would be amazing,” I over-exaggerate like this is the best thing that could’ve happened to us. “We are Jason and Becca,” I tell him. “I’m Brock,” he replies as he puts down his gun and comes forward, offering his hand to Jason when we reach each other. “Have you been hiking since morning?” he asks.

I don’t know if it will even lead to my freedom or doom all of us! But I will not submit my soul to the devil…. I will make James Russo pay for it!!! I will make his life a living hell.. He has made my dream of a marrying the man whom I love destroyed along with many wishes!!! The door opened and my brother walked in with Aunt Greene and Lilian. “Dad it’s time....” Leo Ronaldo said and my looked at me with a firm nod. I sighed as I exited the safe walls of my lavish bedroom where I spent my whole 23 years growing and happy....

Blake, the handsome, quiet priest was the insane mastermind behind this? He smiled at her. “Don’t give that pretty brain of yours a headache just yet. I’ll explain, but first, I want to thank you, Troy, for giving me a heads-up on what was going to happen out here and letting me know that Brock had a gun.” Brock and Lexi looked at Troy. Troy’s lips curled up into a soft smile. “You’re welcome. The least I could do for you for cutting me in.” “What the fuck!” Brock yelled.