Bryan Cranston Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

“Damon…” “Try to lie to someone else. You know that it is not going to work on me, Ethan.” He said, stopping me. I was forced to look away from him as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything else concerning the subject. And instead of trying to press on it, I also knew to turn my attention to the man that I came here to see. Carter sat on the floor, bruised and hollowed out, eyes staring at nothing. A man who’d fought wars. A man who led us. A man who stood by our side through thick and thin.

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

He was our distant cousin. "Park, have a seat." I told him as I slid the file toward him. He was a tall man with a boyish look, working as an undercover private investigator and running his company. He was very good at his job. "Thank you, brothers." He said with a smile as he settled down and opened the file. "Angelo Abruzzo." He said his name. His eyebrows pulled together. "What do you want me to do, Boss?" He asked as he closed the file.

My words punch enough to see him twitch a brow so subtly I almost miss it, and then he returns to a deadpan expression. Bryan has never been one to show us his sadness or troubles. He’s someone who keeps the ship sailing straight and acts like he’s invincible at keeping everything under his control. Much like Dane he can introvert it all and act as an iceberg moving through life with only very little showing on the surface. I guess I know which parent gave Dane that shitty personality trait.

“Bryan doesn’t go around picking random people to hurt, I promise you. He only takes the bad ones — the ones who deserve it. “He buys criminals who were sentenced to death. He pays to fake their deaths in public, then he… does his thing. I know it’s inhumane, and I don’t know what to say to justify it. “Bryan also has men who run a security agency. They track criminals — murderers, rapists, human traffickers — and those people become his subjects.” Victoria’s voice grew quieter. “I know this may unsettle you, but Bryan is morally gray. He’s helping society in his own way, getting rid of the monsters that the system overlooks.”

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

Too intimidating for my liking, I thought. "What's on the agenda for today?" Ciro asked, ignoring me entirely. "Some paperwork needs to be finished," Johnny replied. Ciro nodded, took his plate from the microwave, and sat down on a stool. "I’m going up to my room if Clarissa comes back and asks for me," I quickly excused myself. Johnny nodded, then returned to his paperwork. I quickly walked out, not wanting to spend another minute in Ciro's intimidating presence. Ciro was well-built, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and tattoos covering his arms. The scar on the left side of his face made him look dangerous, but beneath it all, he was undeniably handsome.

"You're always thinking on your feet." Alexander suspected Helena was Iris' backup. He went to Helena and Bruno's home, suspecting his hunch was correct. Helena was his late wife's sister, and she'd always been open about her dislike for him. He didn't give a damn. He walked into the living room and was relieved to see his friend Bruno, Helena's husband, sitting on the couch. Bruno was a staunch supporter of Alexander, regardless of whether he was correct or wrong. To summarize, he was a premium ass licker.

“It is. There’s war!” The man smirked, revealing a row of gold teeth. “Then we are listening.” Bryan’s voice was steel. “Ronan Carter is alive. And he has my mother and my fiancée.” A ripple of murmurs passed through the crowd. Some faces darkened, others turned curious. Ronan Carter was a name that still sent chills through even the most hardened criminals. The scarred man—Viktor, a known underworld enforcer—folded his arms.