Broly Yell Novels & Stories

I yelled . "You are gonna DIE !! ...You pathetic piece of shit ....you are gonna be killed .. by your own brother. ...i though you would have some mercy ...i though you would let go ...but no ...men like you should rott in HELL !!" I yelled louder . Thats when i felt a stinging blow on my stomach. I coughed out blood and felt down gasping for air . But then I laughed . "Once they get here ....your death is guaranteed ...you abused me , you abused him ...you are gonna die .."

Brother Theorem shouted. "And who told you I'm Brolonde ?!" I shouted, the three of them were silenced because of that. "I'm not Brolonde, I only use your last name but I prefer to use my dad's last name! I HAVE NOT BEEN A BROLONDE FOR A LONG TIME! SINCE YOU MESSED UP MY LIFE I AM NO LONGER A BROLONDE!" I cried and cried.

“Come out with your hands up!” The harsh shout pierced the air, followed by the thud of running feet surrounding the barn. Broccoli sneered, his voice a low growl, “My men don’t play games, wolf. Let me go and I will ask them to go easy on you.”

I wave him into the ring. He strides forward, puffed up, his game face on. He came for this. He drops his duffle bag on the floor. His yellow eyes gleam, and his fat nostrils flare. Art hustles off, mumbling about gloves. “Bare knuckle?” I ask. Brody gives a short nod. He must have been working himself up to come down here for a while. His joggers and T-shirt already reek of aggression. I toss Griff my grappling gloves and crack my neck.

Zayn said. “She’s no different from either of you now, is she?” I taunted them. “What do you mean by that, Ari?” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled, drawing attention to myself. “Keep your voice down, Ari. You’ve got no reason to yell, we’ve been civil with you all along.” “Did you record us having sex and did you send the video to your group chat to prove a point?” “That’s a weird question, Ari. I don’t—“

“Mother fu—” Jerking his digit free, he stuck it into his mouth and spun to level me with a scowl. I winced at my stepbrother. “Sorry! Are you okay? Let me see.” “Mi’m fime,” Brick muffled out moodily from around his finger before pulling it free to add, “Why did you yell at me?”

MY BULLY IS PSYCHO CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN ISABELLA * * "Let me down! " The yelp left my mouth, my eyes widened in fright at his furious pace. I only got a word out of his gruff voice. "No" "No? " I repeated, wrapping my arms around his neck when he seemed to increase his pace if anything. After what seemed like forever he finally let go as he dumped me so I landed on my butt on the ground.

Ding! The sound of the elevator signals he's on his way down to the lobby, leaving me all alone in this place. Being hopeless at the top of this stupid fridge, I scream again at the top of my lung to let go of my frustration, "I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU, YOU ASSHOLE TRASHBAG DOUCHEBAG ASSHAT MOTHERFUCKAAAAAAA!"

Feel your anger leaving with every breath you exhaled. Hear me trying to take control of myself. No longer feels the rising fury, I reveal my thought, “I don’t know, Ad, I—” My sentence is cutted by a loud shriek from the front door. “Bryyyyyyyyy, Girrrrrrl. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” “What the hell is that?” shouts Ad from across the line. He must have heard her. Like the entire building had have. What the hell indeed, Brother, what the hell indeed.

“I’m great, Mr Sour pants. It’s pay day what do you think?” “I’ll be back.” I said and started to walk away but Bulket jumped in front of me with a suspicious look on his face. “Are you good, Ghost?” “I’m fine.” I said shoving my annoyance down my throat. “Good. Because the boss was really angry. He is really angry with—“ “Slade!” A loud scream pierced silence in the sky. Everywhere blurred for a moment and I could swear that the world had titled slightly. Then my heart started pounding so hard that it put me back in place.