Browns Novels & Stories

Then everything comes back to me. “Why was I bleeding? Did the doctor say anything?” Mr Brown lets out a sign and passes his hands down his face. He really looked good now that I really look at him. He has brown curly hair that looked so messy though it was styled with gel as always. He had a deep set of blue eyes that reminded me of something or someone I couldn’t place my finger on. He always has this serious face that makes him look somewhat arrogant. Another arrogant face that I met recently comes to me and I roll my eyes. I look at Mr Brown and see him give me a confused face and I remember I rolled my eyes at him.

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I pulled out the top drawer and found out he actually brought two novels. "Wanted you to make a choice" he said as he took notice of my surprise. It was very thoughtful of him and I thought he was being a sweet, elder brother but I ended up just saying "I see" I got out the two. One had a dark paperback and was titled 'lovelorn' by a certain Loveth Brown. I felt the publisher could have done better and I didn't quite like the title. It seems to already tell the whole story. So whatever it is that she wrote in the 249 pages of the book, would only modify that word. I couldn't subject myself to read what I already think I know how the plot would go and probably how it would end. I know they sa

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

'' said Browen with a fierce look in his eyes . '' I agree ! This seems fishy ! Well , we can talk to him after dinner . Now I need to go and do the homework the teacher gave us , see you later ! '' said Silva . Browen nodded and then she entered her room . Browen decided to pass-through the corridor with the view of the garden then go to his room . He liked quiet and peaceful places since you could organize your ideas better . The castle was huge and it took some time to arrive at the place where one desired to go . During the walk , he kept thinking about Kiara and how much she had changed . He saw Kiara a couple of times when she was working at his uncle's house as a servant . He would o

She turned to the shopkepper and said, “Do you not have trews?” The shopkepper blinked, “What?” “Trews. Daks? Leggings? Trousers? Slacks?” The shopkepper smiled, “You must not be from here?” Violet cleared her throat, “How do you know that?” “Your accent is quite.. different. No Star clan indigenes sound like you, and.. your hair colour pretty much stand out, no one here has had purple hair for decades.” Violet shrugged. Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing.

O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out . " You can do this Aria ...Calm down don't get angry , you're doing this for Red" I muttered under my breath as I stared back at the night club . I walked in and the bouncer looked at me . " Ma'am you can't work into club looking like a Nun " he said reffering to my dress and I bit my lower lip softly . " What's wrong with my dress ? I wondered as I stared at the sleeve hands ..my chest area was covered since it was a long neck dress . It was free and ended just after my knees .

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

It has the date written on the lower part of every pictures. “Who is that guy?” Dad asked. “We have confirmed to the florist who delivers the bouquet for Ms. Angelo.” Mr. Brown zoomed in on the picture, giving a clearer image of the guy. I feel like I have ever seen him somewhere, but I can’t pinpoint where it was. “That guy is named Mark. He is the one who placed orders for Ms. Ayle Angelo twice a week.” He continued. Mr. Brown looked over dad, “do you know him by any chance?”