Browns Novels & Stories

Jo asked this time as he stepped closer to the woman, leaving me. She answered, “Julius Greenwood.” *****

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

A dark brown, expensive casket sat in front them as the rain hit it. Truly, it was a depressing day. Today was the funeral, of course. Bonnie sat next to Lorenzo, holding his hand tightly. She looked beautiful. Her black dress hugged her curves in the right way. Her face was clear of any makeup and her curly hair was in a tight bun. Black pump shoes covered her small feet as they were crossed over each other. Her grey eyes were staring ahead as she tried to listen to John but all she could think about was the heartbreak Lorenzo is going through.

It had been at least half an hour since we got to the bar and since it was Friday the place was obviously packed, so the three of us sat in the left corner of the bar. “Three blocks from here, is a studio apartment since I'm alone, but I'll keep it when I move to Chicago.” he replied, taking a sip of his beer. Paul was... Paul. His hair was brown just like his eyes and he wasn’t as tall as Mark, but who was? Although for Eli, he was fine since she was much shorter than me; and his skin showed that she regularly went to a tanning salon since at this time, it was very difficult to gain that skin color naturally.

It would agitate him. "Good morning sir", his secretary muttered. Dami raised his head. He was looking down when she walked in. And while she walked next to his desk he was still looking down. Now her greetings got him to raise his head. Dami looked at her, straight into her eyes. How come he didn't noticed she had walked in? She wasn't seated when he walked into his office too or was she? He thought, staring at her beautiful eyes. To him she had the most beautiful eyes in the world. Brown, with it's color almost like grey,they fitted her skin colour perfectly.

Neal opened his mouth to ask who they are but… “What is that green house thing?” Arjun glanced between the glass hall and Ricky. “Oh, that’s a meeting room too, for our allies. That’s Julian and the guy with him is his guard, Jayce.” “Julian?” Arjun and Neal narrowed their gaze, observing the young man with brown hair. They can only see his side profile because he was sitting on the couch that was on the left side of the one Hunter sat. “I can’t see clearly. Do you have any photograph of him?”

I tried to suppress the smile threatening to form at the thought of the plan. We were approaching the border when a large wolf stopped us from going any further. The pups were whimpering and trembling at the sight of him. All of them except that one pup. His expression was blank and his posture was that of an Alpha’s. The large wolf shifted and put on some shorts. I smiled inwardly, it was Alpha Brian. Just the man I needed to see. I bowed and the pups followed suit except one. “Alpha.” I said “You all look exhausted. Follow me, let’s get these pups fed and rested while we go to my office. You can tell me where you are from and where you are headed.” Alpha Brian said. He turned on his heels

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

Twelve. Not one horse pawed at the frozen ground. Not one rider shifted in the saddle or pulled a cloak tighter against the cold. They remained perfectly still, and that unnatural stillness unsettled him more than an army charging with drawn swords. Even the horses seemed wrong. Their heads never dipped. Their tails never flicked. They might as well have been carved from black stone. Astrid narrowed her eyes. "They're not the White Regent's soldiers." Kaelen studied them for another moment before nodding. "No banners. No house colors. No insignia."