Broly X Kale Novels & Stories

"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?"

I yelled, my voice deathly calm, as my mind replayed what he had just said, Zack and his friends beat Shane up because Dylan was trying to get Leo to stay away from me, So that the little innocent boy got wounded because of Dylan's twisted fixation with me, what the fuck was wrong with him to do that to him? "You didn't know, little mouse, you're the reason his brother got hurt, James on my command told his little brother to teach Shane a lesson as a warning to Leo to stay away from you," Dylan grinned like a maniac as he stared at me, he was a fucking physcopath. He hurt Shane because of his unhealthy obsession with me, how was I going to face Leo now? How was I going to face Shane? I thou

Uncle Kale grabbed the toys he had brought: the long string of graduated anal beads, the thick bottle of lube, the fleshlight that looked far too realistic with its soft inner sleeve and suction base. He dropped them between my thighs, then pushed my knees up and back, folding me open completely. My hole clenched on nothing, already slick from earlier teasing and my own arousal dripping down my crack. The position left me utterly exposed—cock bobbing helplessly, balls drawn tight, hole winking under their combined stares. “You may jerk off,” Uncle Kale said, voice calm but edged with steel, “but if you dare come…” He turned his head toward Trevor. “I will have you tied up instead.”

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

I am so taken by surprise to the point that I just allow . “ Okay .” it is the only word that I say. I look at him doing things so perfectly . For sure the way he does everything is like the two totally different people . I mean the Nolan that has been bullying me at school every day and then this one. It is like they are two persons for sure. “ I think I will chop the onion as you finish all that .” he offers again. Before we know it , all the awkwardness and tension is over and we are like two friends cooking . It turns out those who had gone to get chicken and flour have spent there over an hour.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

Gen says " Well not everyone is like you. strong and mean " Maya says and I chuckle again. " Did you get bullied yesterday again after school? " Maya asked me and I frown before biting my lips " Don't ask her that. you will make her feel uncomfortable " Gen says to Maya " It's fine, we are here for you " she adds and Maya nods her head. I give them both a smile but my smile fades when I see Johanne coming over to where we stood with her three minions; Cara, Joey, and Andy.

"He's going to blow his budget on one meal." "Kieran thinks expensive equals good," Cale said, stopping at the vegetable display. "He lacks imagination." Cale picked up a head of broccoli. He inspected it. He put it back. He picked up another. "This one," Cale said, dropping it in the cart. "Density is better." "It's broccoli, Cale. It's all dense." "No. The first one was dehydrated. This one was misted ten minutes ago." Elion stared at him. "How do you know the misting schedule of a random supermarket in Queens?"

So he carefully grabs me by the face and leans in real close. What the absolute fuck? I feel his fingers wiping right below my eyes, and I’m about to deck him until I see the very dark streaks on his fingertips. "What the fuck are those?" I ask. Confused, I reach up and swipe very close to my eyes. When I pull my own fingers away, they’re smeared with a dark liquid that smells nothing like blood. Stepping even closer to me, Brody wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, We need to talk.