Bronte Novels & Stories

"What are you doing here?" "Take a guess," I rolled my eyes, "What do you want?" "Where is Brandon?" "Work," I replied, keeping my answer as short as I can. He nodded, "Can come in," "No, I don't to be alone with strange at this time of night," "Stranger, Rachel, I'm brother," Here comes the topic that I want to escape in every possible, "You might be Brandon's co-worker, friend but not my brother Daniel," Yeah, this famous brain surgeon is my half-brother, a seed of my father's affairs like me, and that is what makes us hate our relationship more.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

She instantly understood something is wrong. Thea hastily scrambled out of the bed. Her hurried moments made her head spin and she was unstable on her legs for a moment there. David stepped towards her to help her. But Thea's warning glare made him stop dead in his tracks. His hair on his arms stood up making goosebumps appear on his skin. David is ashamed to agree in his head, that he is scared. David Brooks, the Lord of the Magic plane, who bested Assorthan with his cunningness is scared for the first time in his life. That too with just a glare from a woman.

I was going to sell the house and move far away, so that we didn't have to interact with Lena and Tess anymore. But I didn't expect that Lena still wouldn't let my daughter off. Lena banged on my door. Before I could see anything, Anne opened the door out of the kindness of her heart and let Lena in. She grabbed Anne's arm and looked at her greedily. As she looked at Anne, she kept on mumbling under her breath.

She found it very strange. Just then, Horace came over. "Alright, let's put this little scene behind us for now. I've booked a private room. Let's go there and talk." Brittany nodded. "Okay." Suddenly, Brittany remembered Wendy and looked over at her. "Young lady, what's your name?" Wendy smiled warmly. "Hello, Mrs. Larson. I'm Wendy Crone." She extended her hand. Brittany couldn't help but smile back. She reached out and shook Wendy's hand. "Hi, Wendy. I'm not Mrs. Larson. My name is Brittany Brewer."

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

Bridgette shook her head. “No, unfortunately not many. My family is one of the oldest and purest lines in the world. My name is Bridgette Ryan of the River Tay. I am from Scotland, which I am sure you could deduce from my accent, aye?” she asked me, finally turning her attention from the road back to my face. I couldn’t help but grin sheepishly. I loved her accent, it was mysterious and sexy, and I wasn’t going to lie, it turned me on.

I replied. He brought me over to a couple that I had seen around the pack before, but I didn’t know their names. “This is my friend Zach from school and his mate Kim.” They both waved at me. Zach was tall with curly brown hair and Kim was petite with dirty blonde hair. He then turned me to another couple that also looked familiar. “This is my friend Brooke from school, and her mate, Tim.”