Brody Total Drama Novels & Stories

As I sat next to him, Brody poured a drink into a shot glass. "Here," Brody handed me the glass, "have a drink." I drank it in one gulp. He's very friendly. Is he really a mafia boss? "So how was your concert in Brazil, what was it called?" asked Brody, smoking his cigar. "Good. We managed to perform very well. The crowd likes us,” I answered stiffly. “Good,” said Uncle Brody, “have you considered my invitation?” "About?" I said, "I'm sorry. Too much has happened to me lately."

“We were welcome here; we were treated like our own, but never did you even once treat my brother like the husband that he was supposed to be. Don’t you dare whine now that karma has caught up with you. I wished for so long for a moment that my brother would be freed from you a long, long time ago. He deserves better!” Tarah scoffs. “Better? A woman has nothing compared to me! She is nothing but a poor rat, a gold digger who is after nothing but Rey’s money. And if she was better than you labeled her to be, where was she when we were all drowning? It was I who saved this family. It was I who sacrificed my life for the sake of this family. It was I who sacrificed my pride and dignity and agre

Tracy yelled again . " I love your brother Tracy ! I know you don't want your friend to date your brother and all that but what should I do when I love him so much and can't do without him ?" Kheera yelled back . I blushed lightly at her confession despite how serious the situation is . Tracy gasped with shock again and gave a mockery smile . " I don't want you dating my brother and that's final ! ". Tracy said and I knew I had to come in at that moment .

The man sitting across from him now was unrecognizable. "How is domestic life treating you, Damian?" Sebastian asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You look like a man who has lost his edge." Damian picked up his glass, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips. "Life is good," he replied quietly. "Her mood swings are getting worse. She cries over commercials and gets angry if I don't let her carry things. But I love every second of it. For the first time in my life, Bash, I actually feel alive."

Broady straightens up, and while he looks at me, “Beta Academy is going down. Revenge will finally be mine.” “Matty, come on,” Shannen says. “Whose that?” Broady asks after hearing Shannen’s voice. He spies Shannen. “Oh, I like the look of you, sweetheart. You look good enough to eat,” Broady says before licking his lips. Matty’s bones start popping and cracking as he shifts. Killian must have forced the shift when Broady threatened Shannen.

Brody watched with so much attention that his hand squeezed mine subconsciously. I turned to look at him at the same time he looked at me. I tried to look away from him. But he reached out and held my chin. “The movie is not over yet,” he whispered. His lips were parted and his eyes ran all over my face. I nodded and fixed my eyes back on the screen. The guy flung the lady's bra in the opposite direction. Her boobs came pouring on his face. He grabbed them with both hands and winced immediately. He dropped his injured arm and pulled her closer to him. Then he nuzzled her boobs before circling one with his mouth.

"Something mindless?" "Yes, please." We settle on the couch with the second glass of wine, and Rhys scrolls through streaming options until he finds an action movie that requires zero emotional investment. Explosions, car chases, one-liners that make us both groan. Perfect. I curl up against his side, his arm around my shoulders.

“Where is Lyla?” Brody laughed. His two front teeth were gone, and his jaw could soon be easily crushed. “Dead.” I dragged out the next toenail. Brody's screams were horrific, and I balked with disgust as he peed on himself for the fifth time. “Men, pigs really cannot control themselves,” I muttered. “Just fucking peeing everywhere.” Brody's body jerked again. “Listen to the question, Agent, Brody. Surely you must know something.” “I swear she is dead.”

And when he begged, when he finally broke the way he broke me, I’d end him. Now, I was sitting on the worn couch in the small living room of the cottage that had become my sanctuary. My feet were tucked under me, an old throw blanket tangled around my legs. The news was on, and it was filled with all the channels talking about Brandon arresting the Beta. I sat up, heart already pounding in my chest. The headline scrolled along the bottom of the screen. Brandon arrests Beta, final followers of Luca seized. I kept staring, barely breathing. The reporter’s voice cut in over the noise, excitement dripping from every word.

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."