Broly Yelling の小説・ストーリー

I shouted “Am I supposed to be happy for you or not?” She asked confused “That jerk still had the audacity to give me the job, oh I am so gonna kill him now” “Brielle, I think you're going about this with a hot head, I mean if you were to calm down and think about this, this is a great opportunity for you, you get to work at a very prestigious company and the pay is really good. You've always wanted a Job like this” She stated.

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?

he yelled. “Chill Len, I’m fine” I laughed. “Is that her?” I heard my mate shout from the other end of the phone. I smirked at his concern; I was still furious with him for his words the previous night. I heard a few growls before Brody’s voice came over the receiver. “Where the fuck are you?” he shouted at me. I saw Roderick raise an eyebrow at me, I shrugged it off. “I’m out” I replied simply and Brody growled at me again.

"Okay." Helen nodded tamely. "Hey, are you deaf, kid? Didn't you hear me?" Brody strode up, shoving Frank right then. "It's okay, boss. Must be deaf and blind." One of his goons hurried forward to keep the peace. "S-Shut up!" Brody slapped him across the face, snapping angrily, "I'm not blind or deaf! You don't have to tell me!" On the other hand, Frank did not attack right away despite being shoved, only saying coolly, "Leave before I get angry, or you'll all die here."

Clapping my hands sharply, I shouted, "Hellooo! Still here!" They all turned abruptly, three sets of intense, questioning eyes fixed on me. "This isn't your private argument club," I snapped. "We're talking about my life. My body. Stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here." Kylan rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Sorry, Briar. We're just—" "Just panicking?" I said sharply. "Yeah, me too. So, let's pick someone to call and stick with it before my entire body turns into a fucking snake."

he shouted at me straight in my face. “Brother Adrastos, don’t shout, because I’m just next to you! See?” The loudness of Adrastos’ voice is deafening. He does not need to shout because the person he was speaking with was not deaf or has a hearing problem. “You’re a cockamamie, kid! Get out of here, you’re interfering with my work!” he said, fuming madly, but I did not listen. “Brother Adrastos, I’m not a child anymore! I’m 10 years old! Ten!” I muttered like a child.

She was dumbfounded right there and then. “Brooklyn!” Livia was shocked and called out in exasperation. She attempted to pull Sia to her side. Brooklyn sneered. He raised his arm and waved it once to order his lackeys to restrain Sia. Even though Sia took a slap, she kept her smile. “Mr. Yoder, don’t stir up trouble in Moonly Olympus…” Brookly said in contempt, “That is for the others, does it apply to me? Even if your boss Zeke was here, he wouldn’t have the courage to blame me!”

Teeth, drool and growls are thrown out viciously. Both of us have murder on the brain. Mines amplified when I hear Gavin over the mind link. "She's not breathing!" "Get the medics here now!" Bobby yells through the link. "She better be breathing, you mother fucker!" I growl in my head. I grab his neck and throw him into the dirt.

"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?"

They started calling me back, but I refused to go back as soon as I entered my room. However, I knew I had to face my fears, so I stayed put and got myself ready for the training. As I got to the training ground, all of them started laughing and making fun of me, which was humiliating. They kicked me from different angles, as if I were a small child. Despite the pain and the embarrassment, I knew I had to face it head-on. I couldn't let myself be bullied or intimidated in the future. I needed to be strong, both physically and mentally.