Bryan Cranston Novels & Stories

Bryan covered his face and yelled, “How dare you hit me, York! Just wait, I’ll kill you!” “You’ve no idea, but my elder brother is the general manager of Paramount! You dared to hit me when you’re on his turf! You’re dead meat!” But Harvey did not respond to Bryan’s taunt, and instead held his gaze on Lenny. Lenny’s complexion was very awful. If it was Harvey’s finger, he wouldn’t hesitate to break it. However, he had no courage to do the same to Bryan. Bryan’s sworn brother was the CEO of Paramount, Denzel Washington.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

"It seems as though one of you are working with the Alpha of Vengeance. Alpha Kaden." My gaze skims over their faces. Plenty of them have half their faces covered by dark cloth, that I've come to realise is a part of their uniform. The problem with that, is that I can't seen their expressions to tell if they are guilty. All of them cast their gazes to the floor as respect. "Whoever you are, I suggest you comes forward, as your life's in danger," Rylan says coolly. His attitude it intriguing; as he addresses them without a slip in his indifference.

I swallowed hard, refusing to break eyecontact. "With respect, Mr Elliot,"I said as I seated myself opposite him. "I applied for the role two hours before my first interview and I've just received a five-thousand-dollar repair bill we both know I can't pay. This is all I have. Clearly, if I get the role, I will invest in office wear but I am not in the position to buy new clothes at the moment and my attire does not impact my ability to fulfill the role.." A slight smile crossed Greyson's lush lips.

How was I supposed to feel again? He’s freaking breathtaking. I know Alexander is gorgeous, but right now, he’s looking ten times more beautiful than the last time I saw him. His long dirty blonde hair is slicked back, tucked behind his ears, revealing his forehead. His dark brows are neatly groomed, and his gorgeous silver eyes are peeking from beneath them. He looks mature in a different way than he usually does. He looks responsible, unbelievably sexy, and is that a suit peeking from the cut of the small screen? I can’t tell because it seems a bit dark wherever he is, and he also appears to be moving.

His chocolate brown hair is falling out of his beanie in beautiful curls. Height check Super hot check Handsome check Accent check Sparks check. I had found my Mr Right He is staring at me as if I had gone mad but I know I haven't. Maybe I am " Welcome to Preston high Liam. " I say and grin at him as I try to curb my restless heart......

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

The man commanded the room and his eyes bore into your soul. Bryan coughed. “Morgan Russo, lovely to meet a legend. I’m Beta Bryan Steele and this is Alpha Logan Everfell. Also our Gamma Hector Mendez.” I looked from Bryan to the man as Bryan shook hands with, the man that commanded so much fear in the supernatural community. I was proud as hell.

Bryan walked in wearing a black suit and a cross necklace, with a dignified demeanor. Damon took one look at him and was reminded of Jonah. One was a man dominated by lust his whole life, the other a man who had spent half his life in slaughter, his hands stained with blood. What would a cross necklace bring them? "I'm sorry, Mr. Bishop, I got caught up with some things and forgot you two were waiting," he said apologetically, but his tone and attitude showed no guilt whatsoever. Bryan's demeanor seemed to be brushing off the two subordinates who had been waiting for him to report for a long time.