Bronson Webb Harry Potter Novels & Stories

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

Kayson’s voice came from the hallway outside. Leon sensed Kayson’s mind expansion and snorted immediately, “Kayson Yarde, you have the guts to come to the Soulspring Group, huh?” Kayson and Bryson, whose presence was minimized, appeared at the door. All of a sudden, Harry sprang up with a loud bang. He looked at Bryson reverently. “Mr. Yost, what brings you here?” “I’m here as Mr. Yarde’s company to clear some obstacles for him,” answered Bryson.

Her face and upper body were hidden by his jacket, but from the skirt alone, Portly and Lanky knew it was Zara! The drug's effect had receded, but Zara was still weak and had no energy. Wrapped up in Yosef's big coat, she could not see what was happening outside. She could only guess that Portly and Lanky's gang had shown up. Her heart raced with worry. Peeking out from the bottom of the coat, she saw lots of feet around her. Yosef was all by himself. Winston tried to sound nice, but she could tell he was not happy. "Mr. Webb, you're not out front having fun? What brings you backstage? And to a janitor's room? That's no place for someone like you, Mr. Webb."

They could only give all the credit to the lady boss for making them see such a side to the king of the underworld. Their boss seemed like a human now, compared to the emotionless robot he used to be. Before the lady boss came into the picture, facing Draco was like facing death; he was always cranky and unpredictable. He could crush people and companies under his feet as if they were ants. As Peter looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help feeling like something was about to go wrong. Everything had been so peaceful lately that it felt like the calm before the storm since Draco gave him the task this morning. Peter could only hope the lady boss was sincere and not lying to the boss.

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

Bronn exclaimed, but I braced myself against any further effusive praise. "What brings you here?" I inquired. "Ah, yes! I heard you're involved with LoveLogic, which is currently in partnership with BM Technologies," he said, locking eyes with me, which gave me a slight unease. "I'm interested in becoming a character in that app." "What?" I didn't anticipate that suggestion from Bronn. "Bronn, are you seriously considering resorting to a dating app when you still haven't found a girlfriend?" "That's amusing, isn't it? But plausible. What do you think?" he taunted, a sly smirk curling at the corner of his lips, betraying his amusement with the unfolding scenario.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

answered Bryson. Harry widened his eyes. The others did not know it, but there was no way he had no idea about Bryson. Their elusive boss had once taken him to Heathein, and they had had tea with Bryson there! The man and their elusive boss were both warlords! Leon was not local, so he did not know Bryson, but he could feel the vague powerful energy that the latter contained. Harry asked in a whisper, “Mr. Jourdain, this is Bryson Yost, a warlord.”

*You know he's just worried about Brooke,* Indianna said to Greyson through their mind link. *And I'm worried about you, our children and the whole damn pack and I'm trying to keep it together so he can too,* Greyson said dismissively. "Why does Harry look like he's going to murder someone?" Brooklyn appeared at the door of the kitchen, staring at Harry with raised eyebrows, looking unimpressed. She was wearing a pale pink stress and her curly hair was styled into a ponytail. Harry's eyes widened at the site of her and Indianna had to agree, she did look beautiful, even when her eyes were still puffy and red from crying. "Harry, what have you done?"