Brook Warriors Novels & Stories

"No, you can't work. Where's your home now? We're going back immediately." Ravi's hands clenched tightly in frustration, the pain still present and undiminished. "Enough! What game are you playing now? Whatever I want is no longer your concern, so you should stay out of my business!" Ravi exploded, unable to contain his anger since Daniel's arrival. "Ravi, shut up!" "Acting like the good older brother again? This nonsense." Ravi snorted, striding past Daniel with an unhappy stomp of his foot. He entered the place and still found neither Liam nor Luna around.

"This is it. Home game against Westfield. They're good, but we're better. Stick to the game plan, play smart, and we take this home. Understood?" "Yes, coach!" we shout in unison. The cheerleaders take the ice first for their pre-game routine. Brianna is front and center, and I have to admit, she's good at what she does. The music pumps through the speakers, and the squad moves in perfect synchronization—flips, jumps, formations that spell out BLACKWOOD. The crowd goes wild. I lean against the boards next to Marcus and Jason, my linemates, watching absently. "Dude, your girlfriend is hot," Marcus says, not for the first time.

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

She hit the edge of her desk, her side colliding with the sharp corner, and a sharp cry escaped her lips as her recent surgical wound—the one she’d gotten during the last territorial skirmish—reopened. Suddenly, the doors were thrown open with enough force to crack the wood. Grant Walker strode in, his Alpha scent thick and suffocating with rage. "Mars! What the hell are you doing in here?" "Grant! Save me... please... I’m bleeding..." Brooke was on the floor, clutching her side as dark blood began to soak through her white shirt. She looked fragile, a perfect mask of a victim. Grant’s eyes didn't even land on me; they went straight to her. He didn't ask for my side. He didn't look for the t

That he kissed me first under the stadium bleachers. But Adrian says nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, Cross?" Dad asks. "I'm sorry, Coach," Adrian replies. "I let you down. I let the team down." "And my brother," Ethan adds harshly. "You let me down worst of all." "I know," Adrian's voice is barely audible. "I know I did." I wait for him to explain. To defend what we had. To tell them it wasn't just some casual hookup or manipulation instead he doesn't.

"I'm turning fucking 15 in two days, you dipshits. So the ones who are practically babies are you both. He rasped, his dark blues never leaving mine. Something about Tyler was weird. His face was just void from any emotions. "And no, i'm not hiding, i'm just ignoring her annoying batter." He added. I poke my inner cheek and silently scoff at his comment. Show off. "Sure, sure, Killian Tyler Lombardi." Luke and Leon erupted from beside him. "Don't fucking call me that." He warningly spat, as his orbs whipped towards his older brothers. So his first name was Killian? And not Tyler? But why would he use it instead of his first? Now for some reason, I was curious.

That face of hers would pucker up like a petrified ass crack. "Well, is it true or not?" "Is what true, T?" "Is your boy making time with little Kerry or not?" Clancy looked around as if searching for wandering ears. "Well, don't say I told you, but he went yesterday and made an offer on that big ole place on Bakersridge." Their mouths fell open, and the questions started. Clancy held up his hands. "That's all I'm telling cause that's all I know. What I can tell you is that he was all fired up to get back to the city until he met her."

“Boss, there was once someone who came to our boxing gym with a streak of ten consecutive wins. He thought he had earned a huge sum of money, but he didn’t understand one basic principle. That principle was, it’s difficult to use two hands to defeat four hands. That so-called victor could not handle all of us and got beaten to a pulp. He knew then how ‘awesome’ he really was!” “You heard that? I admit, you’re pretty skilled to be able to force Dario Moore to retreat. You’re also pretty great since you could make Tyson Woods stand behind you.” Liam snickered coldly. “Problem is, you’re both on my turf now. Is this the time to act cocky?” Harvey York couldn’t be bothered to beat around the bus

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.