Broly Yelling Novels & Stories

Brody was our starting right defenseman, a loudmouthed hockey bro who never met a boundary he didn't want to push, and he was staring at us with a weird, calculating look on his face. "Man, you two have been glaring at each other all week," Brody said, chewing on a piece of gum loudly. "It’s intense. You sure you aren't gonna murder each other in that hotel room? Because if Vane starts crying, I'm not dealing with the paperwork." "We're fine, Brody," I grunted, keeping my voice low and my eyes fixed straight ahead.

“You can’t keep me here forever. You’ve got to let me go… please.” “I’m never letting you go again, God damn it!” he yelled back, his eyes blazing with fury, his voice a roar that shook the room. He slammed his fist against the wall, the drywall cracking under the impact, his bandage tearing open, fresh blood dripping onto the floor. His chest heaved, his mafia boss persona unleashed, his toxicity a storm I’d provoked. I flinched, my heart racing, my voice trembling as I pressed, my curiosity piqued despite my fear. “Again? What… what do you mean?”

Followed by another row of laughing emojis. My chest tightened, but the messages kept coming. And I kept scrolling. “You guys need to chill. She’s human too.” “I don’t even know her name.” “She’s Brooklyn’s sister. Keep up.” “Who?” “Yo, Tyler was definitely drunk.” Someone replied below the video. “What the hell? Look at her body.” “And she just stood there.” “I would’ve died!” More laughing emojis, then that stupid eggplant emoji. My stomach twisted. Gross. “Bro, did anybody record it?”

Her voice cracked, rising with each word. “In her room! My brother! My best friend!” The words hung in the air, echoing the anonymous message’s cruel implications. The crowd, emboldened by Sophia’s outburst, began to murmur, a low, buzzing hum that grew louder with each passing second. “It’s not what it looks like,” Ava finally managed, her voice hoarse, barely a thread. She took a step forward, wanting to reach for Sophia, to explain. Sophia recoiled, as if Ava had struck her. “Not what it looks like? I’m standing right here, Ava! My brother! My best friend! What am I supposed to think?”

All the worries he'd had previously just seemed childish. "Oh, God, it's so big it hurts but I love it," Charlene moaned. She was so vocal about the situation, telling him how much she loved it. Those words, coming from such a bullying bitch, made him feel strangely powerful. He stopped moving and she grabbed his bum, thrusting up against him. "Why'd you stop?" "You want more?" he asked. "Yes, I want it," she demanded. "Give it to me." "Ask nicer," he teased.

He warned Janie as he loosened the rope around her arms and legs. “I’m going to sue you bastards; who do you think you are? And turn that stupid shit off.” There was a very large screen that seemed to blend into the wall where a video of the song played on repeat it seemed because it had started over since we walked in. “No can do, orders.” Orders from who? I can’t see Lyon being that petty, but then again, who knows? She lunged towards the screen, and he moved her back with a finger on her chest and a look on his face which seemed to jar her.

A voice yelled from behind us, followed by hasty footsteps, from the corner of my eyes, I saw we have been surrounded by students, most had their cellphones in front of them, probably recording, it was Grey who raced towards me. "Stop it, let her go, the fuck are you doing Have you completely lost it!" He yelled, jerking my shoulders, trying to pull us back from the very edge of the roof. "The fuck am I doing? This bitch is getting what she deserves, she caused my Isabel to be in that condition, don't you think she should suffer the same? " I spat furiously. His gaze showed initial surprise before it was replaced by a calm expression. "You are angry, you are not thinking straight right now.

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.

My mind was busy wondering about how and why he would do that. "All of this probably happened because you got karma for how you treated Atlas." Rory appeared to say what she shouldn't have said, knowing my condition was so bad at the moment. I growled. I clutched my glass tightly, my chest was on fire and something was moving up to my head and felt like it was going to explode. "Atlas! Atlas.... Atlas again! Will you shut up, Rory!" I yelled at him until he finally made no sound and disappeared. Rory didn't feel my pain at all. I was having so much trouble controlling myself. But she was talking about Atlas, knowing it would only worsen my temper.

"I'll give you a few minutes, so that you don't have to go out and say that I'm bullying a newcomer!" Bullying a newcomer? Upon hearing Yang Xiao's words, hundreds of people's faces froze. “F*ck, Big Brother, you'll die if you don't brag?”