Brody Total Drama Novels & Stories

We walk through the trash that's scattered around the garden and onto the pouch that was once steady and clean but is now creaking and in serious need of some repair and a new paint job. I knock on the front door but there's no answer, Jack knocks again but still, there's nothing. I walk along the porch to the window that looks in at the living room and I see Brody sitting on the floor he's playing with his dinosaurs and the look of sadness on his face tugs at my heart. I can't see any lights on or the television. Fuck, when they are at mine they always like the television on even if it's just in the background while they play. I look over the open plan living room/ kitchen and honestly, the

If anyone were a hopeless romantic, it would be Gabriella. In six years, Brody, who started out as a broke celebrity, climbed his way up to Best Actor. Scripts with wonderful potential and exposure would be shown to him before anyone else even heard of them. He was above everyone else in the industry. Gabriella kept waiting for him to propose to her. At the age of 26, however, she came to realize that he had never wanted to marry her, not even a little. Brody bought a villa at Brindley and moved his mom and childhood friend there, but he kept it a secret from Gabriella for well over six months.

*** She sat at the kitchen table, saying nothing. “Ya snapped it, didn’t ya.” Brody leaned forward. Chiseled jaw and dark eyes, his teeth too white, his frat bro was all bulging biceps and bottled tan. “Gonna shove her next to the ice cream?” Bro laughed and then lit a joint as he strolled to the window, his eyes peering at Eidolon below. “Predictable fucker, just like always.” “It wasn’t something I planned, you know?” he said. “Right,” his bro said. “She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.”

“It’s painful to hurt those words coming from you.” I shook my head. Were they seriously making me feel as if I was the one at fault here? It was my right to choose wherever I go, of course. “Grow up, Jericho.” I crossed my legs under the table. “Let’s get back to business Brody. Let me make it clear. You’re willing to uncover the mastermind. Kill him and sign the peace treaty in exchange for me? Why?” “I want you to be my woman who would serve the people with me,” Brody answered without beating around the bush. “My people who would later be yours, too.”

If I don’t take Carmen as mine, if I don’t bind our souls, I’m dead. Brody has done tests. For the past three years, he’s run every single test he could muster up. Cell regeneration, or the lack thereof. Dead cells infestation of live cells. Dementia. Alzheimer’s. Anything and everything he could test me for, he has. A year ago, he came to me one very dark and stormy night, quite literally. Drenched from the rain, exhausted beyond belief, with dark bags under his eyes from the lack of a proper diet.

Alexander kept it vague, not one to get his hands dirty with shady business. The woman, Amber's aunt, latched onto his words like a lifeline and spilled her story in a rush. "Half a year back, my boy Brody quit his job and came home. Spent his days glued to those short video clips. He got hooked on some influencers from up North in Southeast Maison, all glitz and glam, talking big about fat paychecks and free brides. "Brody got stars in his eyes and took some backdoor route to get there. Started off saying he was in business, hitting up friends and family for loans, but... Then I got this video of him beaten black and blue.

Kyle and Xavier responded in unison. “My stepbrother, Brody, worked for so many people and I doubt anyone would have actually gotten the correct list of people he has worked for. He worked for both the rich and the poor. There’s the time he laboured for the Richards, then he met his wife when working on her parents farmland, he helped the Delta to hunt animals since he’s aged and his daughters are all married, he also worked for the Beta for some period of time, he has...” “Wait, did you just say the Beta?” Xavier asked, looking surprised.

"What of Brody? What am I to do with him?" The messenger's hooded head turned back, its voice dripping with malice. "Brody is now a part of The Order's plan. You will use him...as you would be instructed. You have given him the first dose. In three days’ time, he will beg for the next." And with that, the messenger vanished into the shadows, leaving the Emissary to ponder his next move...and the horrors that The Order had in store for him. Brody stared into space, his mind in shock with the infection. He struggled with his reasoning. What next?

a vicious smack around the back of the head shut him up. I’d heard enough. So Brody had lost his mate to the plague. He blushed a deep, angry red and stalked to the back of the small room, throwing his bloodied shirt to the floor. I thought of Howen, broken and weeping as he held the dying Pearl. Either Brody was putting a brave face on, or he was cold as ice. Sadly, judging by today, maybe he is struggling to keep a lid on his grief. The longer we spent underground, the more unpredictable he might become.

Brody laughed and said, “Okay, great! I believe that I will definitely be able to make a great achievement on this trip to Cyprus this time with your blessings! I will definitely share the credit with you if I can find out the root of the problem!” Arlo hurriedly said, “Oh, Brody, to tell you the truth, you will have solved a big problem for me if you can really discover the problem in Cyprus this time! Otherwise, if I cause greater losses to the British Lord in the future, he will definitely not let me off!” Brody said with a firm expression, “You can rest assured, Arlo. I’ll definitely find out the root of the problem if there is a problem in Cyprus, and I will also express things to the B