Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

She backed away, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden flowing anxiety in her veins. “Looking great as always, Dad.” Lucifer hugged his father as he came towards them with his eyes scanning the watch on his wrist. “Thanks, son.” He replied back with a smile. Damien wore a white tux, pairing it with a bow on his collar. His hair styled back in the most elegant way with his clean jaw in sight. “Let’s go shall we? It's getting late.” Stephan suddenly intervened their conversation. “Yes, mom must be waiting for us.” Vincenzo excitedly uttered.

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

Because deep down, beneath all the fear and denial, I knew the truth… this wasn’t something I could walk away from, this wasn’t something I could outrun. Because what I had spent years trying to protect, what I had spent four years hiding had just been seen. And Nathan Lockwood… Was not a man who let things go.

"It's just you now. I don't care about money or status. I just want you." I smirked. "Really, Jack? You think you still deserve me? You're exactly where I was—just sincerity and nothing else. What else you got?" "I promise—" "Jack." I cut him off and pulled a folder from my briefcase. "I'm here representing Beaumont Group. This is the takeover." His face went blank. "W-What?" "My brother said," I said, smoothing the file, "a small acquisition like this is perfect practice." Jack backed up, face draining. "No way... Beaumont Group... you're—"

Harou kneels down next to Blake. They hide behind a huge bush next to a few rocks piled together on top of a hill leading down to the old military barracks where Damian is hiding out, training his warriors. " Alarick, are you sure this is what you want to do? Maybe we can just walk in there and talk to him. He has to reason with us over this matter. You two have to stop fighting this senseless battle. He has to know the truth about what happened."

He says to me and Aaron smiles at me. "Damian cannot refuse our help. The pack is struggling and the people will lose faith in him if he refuses our financial aid, helping Aaron worm his way in under the guise of family. I would help my brother out, he is automatically an ally to me by blood and with him running this pack, it makes everything else so much easier. I am Brock by the way." Brock says to me and I smile. The name fits. Almost like brick, his torso was a wall for sure.

Who would answer Brock's call? The man ended his conversation with both excitement and hatred. Pointing at Zayn, he fumed darkly, “You’re dead, Larson! I’ve got someone from Violet Vision coming to us as we speak. That’s what you get for impersonating the chairman, dumba**! I wanna be here to watch you die!” Zayn gawked at him, flummoxed. Brock’s backup was someone from Violet Vision Media Corp? “Violet Vision, hmm? Who’s that—Sean Wilson, that fat*ss?”

“Nope. It wouldn’t be an issue if you drove a truck and not a wussy foreign car.” “Fuck off.” Brock scaled the stairs in two giant steps. He dropped his duffel bag, threw his arms open. “What? Ain’t you gonna show me the love, bro?” “You’re a scrawny thing, I didn’t wanna crush you.” Brock didn’t allow one of those awkward male hugs, where they barely touched, beat each other on the back—hard—and then stepped away quickly. No. The bastard actually hugged him. “I’m deeply touched by that sentiment, Hop-along.” Brock pushed the shades on top of his closely shaved head. His gaze swept Cam from crew cut to boots. “Seriously, man, how you doing?”

"We were prepared to peacefully welcome this lost soul as a descendant of our people. But no! He showed his basic human nature and immediately began attacking the men we sent to escort him to the castle, Killing dozens!" "I don't remember it being that many... Definitely a dozen but plural seems pr- HURK! AGH! Your mother should've swallowed you!" "Will you shut the fuck up!" "That's what I said when I stuffed my dick in your mother's mout- URGH!" "SILENCE!" Brock roared quickly turning his back to the proxy stone and approaching the guards who were standing over Christopher and whispering into their ears. "Either find a way to silence him or I will silence you forever!" He hissed through gr

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.