Broly Yelling Novels & Stories

He mocked I clenched my fists tightly when he stepped on my phone and I heard a cracking sound I reached for him blindly without thinking and shoved at his chest "What did you just do! You are so mean and a bully!" "Those were the only words you could think of ?unwillingly to get your mouth dirty ? But you already did when you took my dick deep inside your throat remember?" He mocked I blinked back tears of anger and slapped him hard right across the cheek, right this moment i just didn't care about the consequences He jaws twitched and his gaze hardened with a more darker shade of green, like now it was like a brewing storm of an ocean, I took an unwilling step backwards but I didn't regre

Even when he knows the chain would not let him go far, he still tried to get to Williams and when he see that he can not, he yelled louder. "I will fucking kill you!!!" He yelled saliva gushed out his mouth as he kept yelling. With a bored expression, Williams waited for him to keep yelling. It seems like he is enjoying the way his brother yells. A big smile spread on his face as he looked at the screen of his phone. He typed something on it before putting it back in his pocket. His smile increased as he stood up and adjust his clothes. "I have to leave you to yell till you decide to tame the animal in you," he said and walked to the door.

Alyssa asked, her voice was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a challenge. “Listen pigshit I don't care whatever dumb game you're playing but don't you dare hurt my brother or I swear I'll break your neck and send your intestines back to mommy,” Brooklyn warned, her eyes burning with spite. Axel sighed, “Brooklyn get out of here Okay.” “Yes. Knew what I was just going to do? Smoke cigarettes and don't dare let a woman beat you because then you have to give up your position as Beta,” she said, her voice dripping with spite.

What the actual hell? My head turned slowly to him, one brow rising despite how dead I felt. Was he... screaming about me? I squinted at him. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost—or swallowed a cactus. The guard holding my arm hesitated. “I said take her back now!” Bryan barked again, his voice even louder. I stared blankly at him. My lips cracked into a dry smirk despite the ache in my face. “What—did you get bitten by a mad dog or something?” I muttered lowly, my voice raspy but clear enough. “Why the hell are you yelling like that?” I asked in my head even though I wanted to scream out to them but my mouth failed me.

"Just get out. Between us? There is no us, for something to come in between!!" "Dad this is the man who was yelling at Hayl that day. He has the same voice, " her brother spoke from the door, bringing up the day and part which will not help in the current situation. "Dad he is not a nice man. He was yelling at her. And also I heard Hayl applying cream while saying that she bruised her hands. I'm sure he did it too," Her brother said as I scoffed. Must he really bring things like that.

Standing there at the end of the hallway, shoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes blazing—not with confusion or hesitation, but rage. He started walking over, each step sharp, focused. “What did you just say to him?” he asked, voice low but fierce. The biggest of the group laughed. “Whoa, what’s this? You gonna protect your little brother now?” “I said,” Hayden growled, “back the hell off.” Before I could even react, he shoved the guy hard—hard enough that the bully stumbled back into the lockers with a loud clang. The others froze. “I’m serious. Touch him again and I’ll break your jaw,” Hayden warned, not even yelling, just… cold. Steady. Dangerous.

I yell as my eyes finally open and focus as I desperately try to figure out what the hell is going on. To my horror I see my toilet has been Saran wrapped, and I can't stop peeing, so it's going everywhere and all over me! "Maddox!" I roared. "I'm going to kill that fucking kid!" I said angrily. I finally stopped peeing and raced out of the bathroom. I throw my bedroom door open and hear my brother running down the stairs laughing. "Get back here, you asshole!" I yelled as I raced down the stairs after him. "Happy birthday!" He yells as he reaches the bottom.

I try to move, but the familiar sensation of being tied to a chair stops me cold. Panic sets in, and I scream at the top of my lungs. "You fuckers don't know how to tie a rope tight?!" I thrash about, the tight ropes binding my hands to the armrests cutting into my skin. "Fuck!" "We have a sharp mouth here, Brody," A gruff voice with a thick Irish accent growls in displeasure. "He was screaming earlier. He's such a pretty face. Why don't we take more fun in this before we cut him open?" Another voice chimes in, sending a raw chill down my spine.

Lyra had lost her patience and did not want to indulge this clown in front of her. Fletcher rubbed his fists at those words. He had been waiting for that order. “What are you doing?” Brody suddenly felt the atmosphere had taken a wrong turn, and he stepped back in fear, but an arm landed directly on his shoulder, stopping him from moving, let alone retreat. “I told you to behave, but you refused to listen and insisted on displeasing us. Now, you’ll just have to suffer a little.” Fletcher gave another warning, lightly pressing down with his hand. Brody’s arm was instantly dislocated, and sweat streamed down his back from the pain.

I shouted, getting up from the sofa. I am pissed right now. What the hell are they thinking about? Do I look like some kind of superhero that can do all these things? He just raised his eyes and gave me an icy stare, and replied "Just do as I told or you can go back and do what you were doing before".