Broly Novels & Stories

Initially, Brody wanted just to let it go and not bother about it. However, he wanted to look good in front of the Callahans. “I’ll call him.” He took out his phone and walked to the door. “U-uncle, it’s me, Brody. I’m from Nathan Coleman’s family. Yeah, that’s me! I got beaten up by some guy from the Xenoses in Cansington. I’m not sure about his background, but I think his name was probably Zack. What? Will you look into it? Okay, okay!”

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

so he didn't hesitate to put his bet. Making up his mind, Monica then raised his eyebrow since he noticed there were a lot of strong fighters. He looked around and saw a man more than two meters tall, a man with very interesting muscles, an elderly man with a group of strong people that surrounded him. He might not realize it, but the face under his facemask, at this moment, he might not have realized it, but he showed an eager smile. "Tomari-san." "This place is interesting," Monica said.

A small smile emerged on his face as he said, “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” I nodded, "I’m Elena and thankyou.” The smile didn’t vanish away and he turned towards the boys telling them to introduce themselves. The hazel eyed boy looked at me with those dark eyes, "Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.” They weren’t fond of introductions. Next one had tattoos all over his skin that made him look scary, his deep blue eyes held immense hatred and the darkness around him told me to stay away. “Elias, 18.”

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

Even before Brody realized what was happening, he felt an agony over his face as his body suddenly turned light. As Brody's goons looked on in shock, he was sent flying, his head crashing on the door hinges and bleeding profusely. Two of his protruding front teeth were knocked out too. "So? Are you going to get payback for your boss?" Frank asked he strode up, leaving the goons petrified, and they immediately fled, carrying Brody with them. They were actually the lowest in the hierarchy of gangsters, only ever bullying students or women. A man who showed a little spine like Frank was enough to send them packing.

Grasshopper found himself surrounded on the grass, hearing cries for help but unable to devise a good plan at the moment. "Hit the wall. Break free!" Brody was strong but lacked diverse fighting skills, relying solely on his military boxing techniques. While he could handle one opponent, facing a group left him uncertain. "Okay!" Brody responded and charged toward the nearest wall without hesitation. His forceful impact left a gaping hole. Boom! Boom! Seeing no immediate escape, Brody continued to batter the wall, resembling a demolition team. Some terrified patients wondered if they were hallucinating.

"I'm coming! Stop it before you knock the fucking door down!" Uh-uh. I immediately recognize the voice and shrink into my skin when the door opens to reveal Brandon Brooks—the son of Clinton Brooks, the billionaire. The light behind him makes him look like a tattooed angel. His blonde hair and broad shoulders are perfectly caught in the light, but he doesn't look one bit happy...he seems more confused...? "Hello?" he asks. "Uhh...where are you?" I clear my throat. "Look down." "Look, do—" he blinks when he sees me. "Oh... It's you, the loser," it looks like he would rather be anywhere else. There is a frown on his face. "What are you doing here?"

There was disappointment in those soft brown eyes, though Hendry didn't get to comfort him when Brody decided that he needs to empty his stomach at that same time. "I'm fine, go get him." Brody's voice was throaty from puking, but Hendry shook his head thinking he'd see his little mouse again tomorrow at work. "You're not fine, Brody, you're fucking wasted and I'm not going to leave you to choke on your vomit." "Fuck, that's so gross." Brody still look pale and his body was leaning on Hendry's for support. But yeah, Hendry was not wrong, Brody thought.

"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?