Broly Novels & Stories

I fell and Sarah ran to my side. "I just asked how your weekend was, you could just answer dummy," he said. "What's going on there?" a teacher asked Oh my luck. "Nothing sir, she just fell, clumsy, Anna" Vincent told the teacher. "Get ready for class Vincent" the teacher told him and he glanced at me before leaving.I stood up and I saw Daniel in the corner staring as usual. "Older siblings are meant to take care of their younger ones" I remember mum's words. Vincent is in the same class with my dear brother so I guess he is 18 as well. My brother never told him to stop bullying me. I know he won't.

"Structural alteration! You mean like a custom built weapon?" "Yeah, something like that but there is much more to it… Brolin's been working on this pet project where he is trying to create an alloy which is more rigid and flexible than silk fibers. Sadly he has yet to achieve this success so that project has been sitting in the backseat for a long time." "Really?" Creed turned towards Brolin who kept staring at the numbers hovering over the holographic image," You think you have a shot at creating something better than the silk fiber?"

Brock, another Dominant with a membership, greets me with his sub following close behind. “Hey, Master Brock, I see that you are doing the first scene tonight. Anything special that I need to know about?” “Nope, just relieving some of my girl’s stress from her workday.” I nod at him, and then glance at his sub who happens to be an OR nurse and can tell right away that she needs a good release. “Okay, your regular room is ready for you.” “Thanks man,” He goes to leave but then stops. “Oh, how’s your girl, by the way?”

[Layla’s POV] I could feel myself literally hyperventilating as the person covering my mouth with his cold strong hand revealed himself to be no one other than my eldest stepbrother, Brody. “If you promise to keep quiet, I’ll let you go,” he said, breathing heavily.

Not wanting to be stopped by anyone, I rushed to the stairs and started to run down but a figure immediately appeared at the top. “You.” On hearing the voice, I stopped and turned in order to see who it was. Brody Jamison. He was as tall as his elder brother, and had the same big, well sculptured body with hard toned muscles everywhere. He had a hard jaw with light stubble around it and the look on his face was stern intimidating. He was wearing a tank top that showed off his rippled arms. “Come here,” he said. Without a word, I started walking up the stairs. When I was at the top, I bowed and looked at the floor, wondering what he wanted from me.

Brody looks at me once again, this time with a strange determined expression on his face. “You have no idea,” he whispers. “You have no idea how many of us know what you are, how many people are working under your nose to expose you. It’s happening, Mikhail Sartori.” He’s playing with me. That bit is obvious enough. I tighten my grip around his neck, but to my surprise, he manages to get off my grip. Then he makes a dive for one of the guns. I wait for him to aim it at me and witness his face as the bullet bounces off, but to my horror, he points the gun on his temple.

"Thank you!" The screen went blank then an image of the most gorgeous man I ever seen appeared. His skin was milky white, eyes bright sky blue and hair short dirty blonde. I could only see from his chest up but I knew from his defined face and broad shoulders he had a muscular body. His face was chiseled in perfection but his eyes were soft and kind. If this was my new boss I prayed he was faithfully married because damn, I was going to get in trouble. He cleared his throat with a sly smile and I widened my eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Brookstone. The image was a little blurry but everything is clear now. My name is... "

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He paused for a moment, looking left and right with confusion. His face was obscured from my vantage point. There were no street lights, and he appeared to be wearing a hoodie. I crept up on him and put a firm grip around his neck with my hand. “Who the hell are you? Why are you following me around? Who sent you?” I tightened my hold on him and hurled a barrage of questions at him. “Come on man, let go. It's Brody." He said, choking. I pulled off his hoodie to get a better look at his face. I released him from my grip and he fell hard on the ground coughing non stop.

And I also witnessed some of it earlier at the cave. "Who are you?" Knoxx barked. "The name is Brody." With a towel, he wiped the sweat and hung the towel on his neck. There was something to this man which drew me to him. I wondered what it was? Brody had a rugged look with stubborn stubbles of hair under his chin. His hair was tied in a bun which reminded me of the cigarette commercials I watched on the television before. There was a glaring scar on his left stomach. It seemed like it was a stab wound.