Broly Novels & Stories

Without a word, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the chair nearby. “He’s mentally disturbed, very different from the rest of us,” I whisper, one step pushing me forward. Alejandro raises a brow, confusion etched to his features. I smile. “My brother. . .Mariano. He’s uh. . .a psychopath.” Another stop carries me forward, my hands moving behind me to unfasten my bra. It falls to the ground and Goosebumps spread across my skin when the cool air brushes over my nipples. Alejandro gulps, his eyes blinking twice.

She questions. "No, I've never seen it before." I say nervously. "You haven't? Because it was in your boyfriends closet, the same one you used to share with him correct?" She pushes somewhat harshly. "No I promise I've never seen it." I state. "This shirt belongs to a twenty year old man named Alex Ramirez. He went missing along the coast of San Francisco not too long ago. His family has been worried sick. Any reason as to why his shirt was found in your boyfriends apartment with blood stains on it?" She says before opening the shirt completely, showcasing the different specks of blood scattered around the shirt.

“Shut up. I wasn’t trying.” “Oh really?” I nudged him. “Prove it then.” He tried again, but failed. And again, still failed. By the third time, his expression turned so serious I thought he was plotting revenge against the machine itself. When he finally dragged out a small, crooked-looking bunny, he held it up like an award. “See? Easy.” He waved the stuffed animal in my face. But reality clawed at the back of my mind. He was still Jeremy, my stepbrother, the man tied to shadows and secrets. Could I really give him a chance?

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hear Luca mutter behind me. A crooked smile forms at the corner of my mouth. “How about I put my hands on you then?” Bully asked. It’s obvious that he didn’t mean it as a question though. He looked at me in a way that only someone who doesn't know me would. I looked up at the unnatural being in front of me. Giants are known for their strength, and after decades and decades of interracial breeding some giants have mutated abilities.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

The car finally stopped and for a moment neither of us moved. Then my mother smiled nervously. “Ready sweetie?” she asked. "Sure" I smiled back. Before I could say anything else, the front door opened. A tall man dark haired man stepped outside. It was Jack. Even from a distance he looked exactly like I remembered. Although I had only seen him once, I still recognized him. Seeing him now, I saw am uncanny resemblance between him and the bully that made life a hell for me, Ryan. They had the same eyes, the same jaw and same facial structure. It was honestly a little unsettling but I tried not to think too much about it.

Richard's POV The call came through at eleven o'clock at night. My informant's voice was clipped and professional as always but I could hear the underlying tension. There had been rogue activity around Brooklyn. Specifically near the high school. Near where the kids spent most of their days. "How many?" I asked. Leaned back in my office chair and stared at the ceiling. "Just one that we can confirm. Male. Mid-thirties. He has been circling the area for about a week now. Watching. Not engaging."

Carly said besides me and I quickly turned to her. “I’m sorry.” The words left my lips, and a blush crept on my face, but I turned away. I couldn’t let anyone know I had a crush on the best football player in our school. It was silly. Why would a nerd like me think of such a chance? I wasn’t just any nerd, I was also chubby. The crowd went wild with cheers when Leon stepped out, holding up the award. A lady with blonde hair stepped out, and right in front of everyone, Leon gave her a full kiss.

‘Tomorrow will be a big day! In the early morning, the internet was shaken by the video I released last night. It was a sex tape video Olivia having sex with her business partner. Previously, Brian asked the bodyguards, to pick a line about business transaction in exchange to have sex with her. We clearly accuse her to offer sex in exchange to get business project. As the man's identity isn’t there in the video, people really can’t check if it is true. Olivia herself wasn’t in conscious mind because she was under the drugs influence (fibanserin), so she just there enjoying having sex with her bodyguards because she was in high sexual desire.