Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

That he kissed me first under the stadium bleachers. But Adrian says nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, Cross?" Dad asks. "I'm sorry, Coach," Adrian replies. "I let you down. I let the team down." "And my brother," Ethan adds harshly. "You let me down worst of all." "I know," Adrian's voice is barely audible. "I know I did." I wait for him to explain. To defend what we had. To tell them it wasn't just some casual hookup or manipulation instead he doesn't.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

TIMOTHY I sat with all the other higher ups in the breeder auction room, wondering a little how my life got to this point. I was the 21-year-old Alpha to the Dark Moon pack in North West America, and I've spent 5 years and countless resources trying to find my mate. So, instead of wasting more time and money, I've settled on a breeder, at my father's request because he wants to see his grandchildren to me.

When Beta Chris found me in the kitchen sobbing he was clearly out of his realm. He explained what Elder Jonah had said and it wasn't even that big a deal. I wiped away my tears as I listened to him explain that Braddock has a thing about age and that he was feeling like a pervert because I wasn't 18.

I spot Brock right away and make my way over to him, where he’s standing with two females. Brock’s one of the five guys that runs the training camp. He looks like a young Jason Momoa, with long brown hair, tanned skin, and tattoos all over his chiseled chest and arms. He’s really nice to look at, but he’s tough. He pushed us to the brink yesterday with planks and squats, and his no-nonsense demeanor is all business. The two women with him are chatting, but he’s just standing there silently. I recognize one of the women as another trainee, and I’m surprised when she sticks her hand out toward me as I approach. Cautiously, I take it.

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

“Use my name when you get in trouble around Buckwood next time. I’ll cover for you.” ‘I’ll cover for you if you get in trouble around Buckwood.’ Brock Park, who came from Country J, was boasting as if this is his country. It was as if he’s in control of everything here. Stacy Leo and Rae Flynn were shyly chuckling along with the others and said, “As expected of Sir Park to be this domineering.” Harvey then replied calmly, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Harvey looked at Mandy after his speech. He felt like there was no need to waste time and do this so-called business with Brock. He would rather go for a stroll with his wife.

he said to himself then pulled away the ugly and scarred mask off his face. "My name is Broderick Alessandro. I'll forever remain the most powerful man in NorthHill," Ba said very strongly and powerfully. Ba is Broderick Alessandro. He had been a genius every since he was young, he learnt coding at a very young age and had helped many companies develop a website but beyound that, he had built a world popular digital product that was competing with the likes of F******k and I*******m.

“Yeah, honey, I know, ‘Whoopi said with a smirk. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me,” Trevor said as he shook his head quickly. Beverly and Whoopi laughed. “Whoopi this is Trevor Hudson. He’s a real estate developer and vice president of The Hudson Group here in New York,” Beverly said. “Nice to meet you,” Whoopi said and extended her hand to him. “And it is an absolute pleasure meeting you,” Trevor said as he gently shook her hand. “Hudson? Are you related to Bruce?” Whoopi asked.

“Might as well that we reveal them now since we had time.” Everyone glanced at each other to see who would speak first. “Got a story for that shiny metal arm, Brock?” Alex began. Finally! Someone dared to ask. All eyes fell on him with ears eager to listen. Brock gazed at the ground while grasping his metal hand. “Where do I start?” he began with a melancholic voice. “I was the best football player in Southern California. We won many games. I even got a scholarship… until a car crash on that night. Our fault, actually. We partied so hard. It cost me an arm and my friend named Chan.” That struck our hearts that they sank from our chest.