Broly Yelling Novels & Stories

He rolled over onto his back, clutching his scolded flesh to his chest, and moaning incoherently about something Lexi couldn’t make out. She stepped backwards, about to tell Jayce this was enough when she heard thundering footsteps on the stairs overhead. A lad appeared in the doorway, spotted Jayce, and froze like an animal in headlights. "If I ever hear about you hitting your kid again, I'll be back, you understand me?" Jayce asked, hovering the threat of the kettle above the guy’s head. "W—What? What do—" the terrified man stammered. "Do you fucking understand me?" Jayce shouted, tilting the kettle.

Rhyme asked, his voice was clearly low but firmly asking for an answer. "Acting like what?" Brylle asked flatly with his cold voice, sounding so dangerously low and sharp like a knife. "Stop that. Stop this cold act of yours. It's not funny." Rhyme said through gritting teeth with his clench fists. He's clearly angry but he's restraining himself from going mad before he lost it. Brylle noticed it, but he still deliberately continued pissing him off. He just felt doing it, especially when he's soo fucking upset right now. Added that it's Rhyme who cause this 'huge' misunderstanding.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you even have the right to listen in on this call? You are just a pathetic bootlicker.” “You…” Brad’s face twisted in fury. “You are taking this call.” Bryce pointed to the bar manager.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"

"Don't talk about my mother." "Or what?" She leaned forward slightly. Her eyes flicked over me with open contempt. "You'll growl at me? Oh, right." A slow smile. "You can't." A growl rolled through the hallway. Real and low and carrying that particular frequency that hit wolves somewhere beneath conscious thought and made them go still. All four girls turned at once.

Bailey's voice came again, even louder this time, practically shaking with fury. “Shut your damned mouth Bailey! Are you sick in the head?!” It was instantly followed by Carlos's deep voice barking at her to shut up and stop yelling like a lunatic. The younger brother's face twisted even further at the sound of his sister's pain echoing through the walls. His hands curled into tight fists at his sides and his knuckles turning white, and this time he didn't even bother trying to hide his anger anymore.

Low and dangerous. Dora's eyes went huge. She pressed back against the wall. "Your eyes. Oh my god, your eyes." "Then welcome to hell, Teddy," I growled and my voice did not sound human anymore.

His whole body feels frenetically heated, like he is on fire. He ignores me. But Rufus and one other guy on the Islanders team, whom I overheard someone call Ramon, appear and begin yanking Cicero off Brody. Two more players step in between them. “You’re a fucking psycho!” Brody yells. “I warned you to get away from her,” Cicero roars back. Rufus waves for everyone else to go back to their drinks and motions for the DJ to turn up the music. “Do that again, and I’ll kill you,” Cicero says, and I’m startled by the malice in his voice.

“Fuck you.” “Agent Brody,” I sighed. I took of my suit jacket and rilled my shirt up. “You are beginning to frustrate me,” I said, my blood boiling. I wasn't sure I would be able to hold back the rage I felt towards this man. He knew something to do with Lyla, yet he refused to speak about it. “The crows?” I prodded. “Speak up.” “They rose like you guys,” Brody said, raining his head up. His right eyes is completely swollen shut, and his jaw is sprouting a large ugly purple bruise. “From the cracks.”

His head flew back, and he held his right cheek in pain, glaring at me as his eyes turned yellow. "No girl has ever dared to hit me, and it won't start with you. You ugly shit, I was just trying to manage you," he growled like a bulldog and snapped his fingers. His minions both came forward and stood behind him, their faces expressionless, and he seemed to whisper something to them, and their eyes lit up, and a creepy smile appeared on their faces. "Leave me alone!" I pleaded, trying to escape, to run away from them. But before I could run, he caught up to me, lifting me in his arms with little to no effort.