Brody Total Drama Novels & Stories

Then, with a small exhale, he opened the diary once more and turned the page, ready to see what came next. _____ Episode 17 – My MILF The summer sun hung heavy over the suburban sprawl, glinting off the chrome of Brody’s beat-up pickup truck as he pulled into the driveway of the tidy split-level. It wasn’t his house. It was hers. Evelyn’s. He killed the engine, and the silence afterward felt thick and expectant. He’d been hired to repaint the deck, a simple job his landscaping boss had passed along. Brody, at twenty-four, was all sun-bleached hair, calloused hands, and a quiet intensity that seemed at odds with his menial labor. He grabbed his gear, his eyes drawn, as they always were, to th

All I cared about was my mothers happiness, I just hoped she was making the right choice by getting married to him. “Don't worry Brielle, your mother is making the right choice, i'm not just saying it because he's rich. Your mom is an adult and she knows exactly what she wants, you have to trust her” Ryan said “I'm not worried about my mom, it's the family she's marrying into im worried about, davis son” I said “Why are you worried about his son? You already met him? Is he hot?” “His son is Mateo, Mateo caldwell, my ex bully”

In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, where a man lay surrounded by three women, their hands and lips shamelessly exploring him. “What is it, Drake?” Cassian Moore raised his gaze to Drake, his calloused hand squeezing the ass of the woman straddling him. “Care to join before discussing whatever it is that’s on your mind?” “It’s about the new Don,” Drake said, his tone cautious. “He just got married.” Cassian’s brow furrowed as he sat up abruptly. “Klaus Barnard got married?” he questioned, disbelief sharpening his voice. “Yes. He tried to keep it a secret. His wife’s name is Morticia Addams. I learned about the marriage through one of her team members,” Drake said carefully.

“What did you call me?” Brody didn’t answer. “Tristan was young back then, but he was ruthless. He lied to both sides and deliberately leaked information to Grandpa Joel’s enemies.” Blake didn’t say anything. When he went to order, he noticed Brody had already picked Yvonne’s favorite dishes. He snorted playfully. “Next time, order what you want to eat.” Brody didn’t respond. Yvonne said, “You’re even going to fuss about something like that?”

Brody and Cadoc are cousins, and that’s pretty much all they have in common. Brody oozes. Smarm. Entitlement. Human hair product. He won’t make eye contact with a scavenger. If he absolutely must, he’ll address the spot directly above your head. Cadoc, on the other hand, exudes. Confidence. Innate authority. Strength, command, intelligence. Superiority.

How long has he been jerking off and moaning my name? When my mum decided to get married to Mr Smith. I was happy for her. Since my dad passed from a chronic heart disease, I knew that my mum has been lonely and sad. Things changed when she met Mr Smith, she became happier. While I believe that no one would be able to replace my father, Mr Smith was kind and loving. My mum kept on yapping about his son and told me that he was eager to meet me. On the day of the introduction, I wasn’t expecting to see my high school bully. And I almost fainted when that high school bully was introduced as my new stepbrother…the same one I caught jerking off to a picture of me.

He wanted to leave, to be anywhere else, to be with— “Alexander, did you hear that? Brody here thinks he can rock Ophelia’s world,” Lance said, breaking his thoughts. He gestured toward the scrawny man sitting across the table. Of course, they were talking about women again. Alexander barely looked up. “Really? What exactly do you have to offer?” “Everything,” Brody said smugly. Alexander poured himself another drink. “Her father already gives her everything. Try again.” Brody leaned in with a crude grin. “Her father doesn’t give her good di—”

Initially, Brody wanted just to let it go and not bother about it. However, he wanted to look good in front of the Callahans. “I’ll call him.” He took out his phone and walked to the door. “U-uncle, it’s me, Brody. I’m from Nathan Coleman’s family. Yeah, that’s me! I got beaten up by some guy from the Xenoses in Cansington. I’m not sure about his background, but I think his name was probably Zack. What? Will you look into it? Okay, okay!”

I put on some jazz music, took off my clothes, and then hopped in the shower. After taking my bath, which seemed to ease my anxiety a bit, I picked out my most comfortable clothes: an armless top and baggy jogging pants. I settled in bed, ready to watch a couple of romantic movies. But a soft knock interrupted the peaceful moment. “Come in!” I yelled, watching the door slowly open, revealing my big brother, Roy. “Look, Nayla. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that., and about last night, I…..I’m sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You make it sound like finding your brother good-looking is a felony.” “It should be,” she said without missing a beat, then sighed. “Because right now you’ve been going on and on about Zayne. Every other sentence starts with ‘your brother this,’ ‘your brother that.’ I’m starting to get suspicious.” “Oh, please.” I laughed, leaning back on the couch. “Not like I’m planning to date him or something. Silas’s trauma is enough to keep me focused.” Her expression softened, the humor fading from her eyes for a moment. “Good. Because my brother is off-limits, Isla. And you’re really not the type to break promises.”