Broly Yelling Novels & Stories

Brooke asked and I looked around us, "ask them.... I'm walking, he collides with me and calls me a dyke. I ask him what did he just call me and he starts being a shit then I tell him to fuck his girl right so she won't come begging me to do his job and he lost his fucked up temper and hit me...." Brooke looked at me shocked. I wiped my bottom lip, "so was I supposed to just let his homophobic ass beat me up.... People like him think they rule this world.. I'll beat his ass.. I'll do it again until he stops being fucked up..." "Let me take you to the nurse room..." She said and I didn't argue.. when we got there they fixed my lip. Brooke sighed, "you are not a violent person Thandy what went

He yelled. I froze at his reverberating voice as it penetrated the walls. Beta Bachrill gripped one beside him, on the table, and sped up to deliver it. "What the hell did you just do?" Alpha blasted, and chuckled. His look faded immediately. "How dare you?!" He yelled, gradually adjusting his hair from his shoulders. That alarm, that hit, that heat oozing from his cold mouth could actually get one forgetting his name at the spot. "Please Alpha, I'm so s-s-or-sorry, please please please please!!!"

I yelled in frustration. "Shut your fucking mouth!" Antonio yelled punching my mouth. "Ouch! That fucking hurt you, bastard!" I yelled punching him back. Antonio pulled at my shirt, well his shirt while I pulled at his as well. "For the love of Goddess! Would you both stop acting like schoolboys?!" Elena yelled from the house. "I'll leave him if he does!" "I'll leave him if he does!" We both yelled simultaneously still glaring at ourselves. If looks could kill, we'd both be 12 feet under each.

Toby curses. “Dude, did your parents not pay the power bill?” Brandon jokes sarcastically. “Shut the fuck up, B!” Toby sneers at his friend. “Now that I have your undivided attention…” I clap my hands once and walk over to them as they both swivel in their chairs. “Lame move, bro! I was winning against this dick!” Brandon nods towards Toby. “Fuck you, you were not!” Toby turns to me, “Who the fuck let you in anyway? I don’t remember inviting you over.”

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.

Seeing the frustration, distress, and even anger on their big brother’s face, the three younger brothers instantly understood—Big Bro had been bullied again at the Schmidt family. Terry shouted angrily, “Brother! Who bullied you? I’ll go teach them a lesson! My fists are terrifying!” Tod chimed in, “Yeah! Just say the word, Bro, and the three of us will make sure that person can’t get out of bed tomorrow!” Ted gave Tod a surprised look. “Why does that sound so... wrong? That’s something men say to women—‘can’t get out of bed,’ not ‘can’t get out of the ground.’”

"Go on, keep talking. I'm recording this to send to the group later. Let's see if you'll be the first one to get fired for running your mouth." Brody's gaze darkened instantly, glaring at her like a snake ready to strike. Ruby wasn't afraid. She had had enough of Brody's attitude for a while now. She provoked, "What? You thinking of hitting me? A grown man who just loves to bully others. No wonder you're in your 30s and still single—probably no woman wants a guy like you." "You!" Brody clenched his fists, his whole body tensing as if he were ready to attack at any moment.

Callie moaned for more, telling them that she was close. Sloan's hands curled on his thighs, he was tense from watching them and he could taste blood from his bottom lip. He needed to relax but the sounds and visuals were too much. "Brody, I'm going to let you finish for me. I need to teach my boy a lesson."

The shocked cry was swiftly drowned out by another voice that cracked through the room like thunder: “Hell no! Are you blind, you miserable wretch? How dare you insult Mr. Brooke! You must have a death wish!”

“Like what, detective? Transform you into a braying ass? No, however much I’d like to!” Brody raised his hands in an exasperated move. “Hey! I’m trying to be cool here. But it’s not easy to pull off.” He motioned to Dom. “With him as an internal intercom and now you’re miss satellite dish ...”