Broly Novels & Stories

“You’re going to kill him if I allow you to go through with this, look at what you did to him.” “We didn’t hit him, Ari. We simply pushed him away and he ended up in the dirt. Are humans really this fickle?” Zach laughed, seemingly amused by everything going on. “You’re going to pay for this!” I heard Robert roar as he finally got up to his feet. His friends had flanked him on their side and I massaged my temple. All ten of them wouldn’t be able to stand Zach, much less the two of them but I didn’t feel any iota of pity towards them. I hated bullies with everything in me.

“I ran it through facial recognition—Brentford student archives, security logs, club entry footage.” Greg swallowed. “Who is he?” Theo hesitated. “It’s… Blake Aroko. Senior. Star athlete. Graduate from last year.” Greg blinked. “Blake? But he left Brentford.” “Exactly,” Theo said. “But he was at the party. Off-record. Someone smuggled him in. His name wasn’t on the guest list.” Greg sat back in his chair, stunned. He remembered Blake—he’d always been close to Bianca. Protective. Obsessive. And just like that, a thought clicked in Greg’s mind like a snapping wire.

What had happened in Los Altos? “Who’s that? What’s that sound? Who’s talking to you? Bos–” The connection ended. Brolly was left staring at the dark screen on his phone. He blinked once, then twice, then a grin took over his whole mouth. Aston was hiding something. His stuffy, metallic best friend was hiding something. Perhaps it was time for Brolly to leave Europe for a while too. The woman in the car had invariably saved Brolly’s ass, because he was certain Aston would have gotten Brolly locked up in a white room with padded walls to work faster.

Just as I’m about to respond, my designated mule of a stepbrother decides to interfere. “Holla…” he begins as he walks in, but then he switches to his usual asshole mode when he spots Bryan. “What the fuck are you doing here at this time? When every employee in America should be resting, you’re still working.” In one short sentence, he looks like he just stepped out of a UFC fight. His nose is bleeding, his lip is busted, his eyebrow is wounded, and there may be more injuries I can’t see right now. What the fuck happened to him?

There's nothing more to it. "Fuck!." He cursed out angrily, thankfully he wasn’t looking at me. "Well, I didn't even think that… what's this place anyway?!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration. "What are you doing here?" "Whoa! Whoa!" The lanky guy with the tattoos made me remember his presence. "I'm sorry to interrupt but it's time to go, Ghost." He turned to me. "I'm Bullet by the way." I rubbed my elbow uneasily.

His brother was the monster. Sterling Whitaker. My mind stumbled over the names, the old ghosts twisting in my chest. Sterling Whitaker was the boy. Sterling Whitaker was the Alpha. No. Sterling Whitaker. I grabbed the wooden railing of the boat, my heart thumping against my ribs. Sterling was the younger one. His brother was the terrifying Alpha who had stared down at me with eyes like frozen iron. Sterling Whitaker. I took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing the name out of my head. The brother's name was etched into my memory like a scar.

"You want money? I'll give you enough to leave the country. Start over somewhere else. You'll never have to answer to me again." For several seconds, Liam said nothing. Then he laughed. "You're serious." "Yes." "You think you can buy me?" "I think you want something." Liam's expression changed. "What makes you think you know what I want?" "Because you keep attacking Chloe." "I hate her." "No." Adrian's voice was quiet. "You hate me." Liam's jaw tightened. Adrian pushed the folder closer. "Take the money and disappear." Liam looked down at it, then back at his brother. "You'd really give me all this?"

asked Gerald, "do you know Brody?" "No, I didn't even hear that name," I said, "who is he?" "He is the leader of the Surabaya mafia," said Gerald, looking straight into my eyes, "you are from Surabaya, but you don't know him. Very weird?" "I'm not one to get involved in that sort of thing," I said defensively. In fact, in my mind, I wanted to say that Brody was my uncle. However, I still could not believe that the two corpses are Uncle Brody's men. Were the two people really ordered by my uncle, or did they act alone?

Alex wanted to protect Anna and the others, while Brodie wanted to protect Lenny and the rest of the family, so the energy from the punch did not disperse. However… Brodie let out a scream and took three steps back, leaving three footprints on the ground. He cradled his arm with horror and pain on his face. The bones in his arm had completely shattered. But, he was a true Nascent Soul expert! On the other hand, Alex stood there steadily with an unchanged expression, as though he was not the one who had launched the punch earlier.

he cried and ran off down the path. Brooke tumbled forward to her knees and let out a sharp cry as she hit the ground. Tom rushed forward and scooped her up into his arms. "Are you okay?" "I think you scared that guy." "I think that guy is going to jail." Brooke laughed. "I think that guy is a professional bully and you totally outplayed him." "What?" "I've read about these professional bullies that help dates progress. He was probably going to cave so you could feel like a big man and then ask you to pay him later. He didn't even have a gun. He asked me to message you before he took me."