Broly Smiling Novels & Stories

he frowns after the big gulp he took, like he’s pissed I didn’t enjoy his ass-flavored shake, “Whose ass have you been eating?” “What? No one’s,” I defend myself in a shriek before he gets grossed out by the idea of me eating someone’s ass. But Bram throws his head back and lets out a big belly laugh, like he thinks I’m an idiot. God. Am I being bullied by him? I wouldn’t hate it. “Right. I guess that’s not something you do,” he says with a mischievous grin growing on his face as he leans closer. I gulp and force myself to stay in place, “It’s something that’s done to you…”

Even from across the room, he commanded attention. When his eyes finally landed on me, something shifted in his expression. It wasn’t overt. Just a slight tightening of his jaw, a slow once-over that lingered a second too long on my legs and the way my tight crop top hugged my breasts. Then he smiled — the same warm, brotherly smile he always gave me in front of our parents. “Brooke!” he called out, pushing off the counter and walking over. He pulled me into a hug that felt a little too tight, his big hand resting on my lower back for just a moment longer than necessary. “You made it. How was the train?”

Brian replied, smiling brightly. “Wait a damn minute, b*tch! Why are you smiling like a happy puppy again?” Ralph narrowed his eyes at his best friend. Brian’s smile brightened even more but he shook his head casually. “Nothing” “I have never seen you smiling this creepily before. Stop smiling you are looking like a serial killer!” Ralph snapped, he punched his hand on the table almost breaking it. Brian glared coldly and threw the file in front of him at Ralph. The naughty Alpha caught it while laughing hysterically at his best friend.

He looked back on his memories of his brother trying to recall if he ever smiled like now, and remembered that yes, there were many instances where he smiled like now. He blinked in confusion when he came to a rather disturbing but eye-opening conclusion. His brother always smiled like that when someone met an unfortunate accident or was just suffering. His brother was a sociopath since they were young. Yoshiki felt his left ear tingling. He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his ear, wondering who was thinking bad things about him; he looked at his lover, who had a confused and dazed look on his face; he didn't even have to look far for the person responsible.

"It's not what it looks like." ​"You're sick!" I yelled, my chest heaving. "You're a f**king freak, Brody!" ​"Chill out," Brody sighed, rolling his eyes like I was the one being unreasonable. He stood up, adjusting his belt. "He was just giving me head. It’s really not a big deal." ​"Not a big deal?!" I shrieked, completely appalled. My stomach twisted into violent knots. I felt physically sick.

you know my mother is drugged out of her mind the kids are asleep I have seen you give a blowjob before now make me happy" Oh my God which mean he's been following me who knows for how long a small sick part of me gets excited I can't explain it this is my Stepbrother who's seventeen I am twenty one I could go to jail. My thoughts are disturbed when he frees his huge erection he brings my face closer the other hand grips his erection slaps me with his huge erection.

he said dryly, “you’re smarter today, brother.” I blinked several times, disbelief washing over me before I finally gasped dramatically. “Guys! My little bro told me I’m smart today. We have to celebrate!” Orange didn’t even look up as he hummed in response, arms crossed. “As long as it’s your treat.” I nodded eagerly, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. “Deal. But before that,” I added, lowering my voice, “let’s check what they’re doing inside.” Alliyah Agustin-Astley

He said in an upbeat voice. “What are you doing here? Are we gonna play inside their brain?” Sleepy that usually was sleepy suddenly became so energetic. “I love your storybook.” “Oh well thank you.” He said humbly. “I want to join the fun as well!” Smiley raised his hand. “I mean… some of us can make the time.” Smart looked excited as well. “Sounds like a lot of fun. Count me in.” Sly swept his hair to the back. “Except you can’t.”

He said that nonsensically. I scrunched up my face, looking at him. What did he mean by him being nice? He suddenly came to me and took me down the hill while I enjoyed my time there. He was not a good brother. He was a bully! "I felt sorry for you. That's why I brought you to this place to buy clothes." Atlas said it casually, his eyes looking coldly at me. When he shook his head, I thought he was mocking me, What's wrong with him? Who asked him to care about me? Atlas' attitude was utterly incomprehensible.

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?