Bryan X Inpu Novels & Stories

When he sees me he smiles and walks over. -How's it going?- he asks as if we have known each other We've known each other all our lives. I shrug my shoulders. - I'm Axel, and you? -Kara- I answer. -Axel, come on, there are some hot twins and Campbell doesn't want you to come- says the blond entering the kitchen and shouting a little bit because of the music- oh the waitress, I'm Liam. -Kara- I answer without much enthusiasm.

My heart tightened, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste a hint of blood. “Stop it, Celina. Focus,” I muttered under my breath. An hour later, the design was done. Clean. Elegant. I stared at it for a moment, exhaling slowly. I didn’t know if it was perfect, but it felt right. Just as I was about to stretch my arms, my phone rang. His name flashed across the screen…Mr. Bryan. I hesitated for a second before answering. “Hello, sir.” His voice came through, smooth and controlled as always. “You’re done?”

It was Bryan. "Good afternoon, sir Alex," Bryan said with a smile. "Hi, Bryan. Good afternoon." I looked at him and smiled. I also ask him if there is anything I can do for him. "Bryan, what's the matter?" I asked. "Nothing, sir; I just want to give this to you. Sorry for passing it late." He smiled an awkward smile. "Oh my, Bryan! Oh you dear." I received it and told him that I would make a deduction for this.

The static-claws tore through his charcoal-grey fur, pixelating his flesh, but he didn't let go. "He's... my... brother!" Caleb roared, his voice a distorted, digital rasp. The sound of Caleb’s pain was the final Input the system needed. Xander’s eyes snapped shut, and then they opened—not black, not blue, but a brilliant, searing Silver-Gold.

Was I not intimidating enough? Matthew suddenly cleared his throat, and the bartender lowered his head, maybe out of embarrassment. "Anyway, what are your orders?" he asked politely. "Give us a Bronx cocktail," Matthew said. "But it's a hard drink. Can he handle it?" the bartender asked Matthew, seeming a bit worried. I had been listening to their conversation the whole time. "He can handle it. He has a high tolerance for alcohol," Matthew explained. It was true, anyway. The bartender simply nodded and began mixing the drinks. We watched him as he did it with amazing skill.

“But I don't have a perfect mate.” “A mate I can't remember how I marked her.” “But you love her and you will get your memories back.” “I know, I love her very much.” “Everything you said, is that what is bothering you?” “Yes, but not just that.” “Then what?” “Am scared Bryan.” He whispered and his hands shook. “Scared? Dude, you are brave... “

Penelope's lips trembled as the blood in his chest began to spread. Bryan had taken the shot for her. Slowly, he began to fall to the ground. Penelope lunged forward to break his fall before falling on the ground. She cradled his heavy build to herself and put both hands on top of each other to put pressure on his chest. "P... umpkin." Bryan choked out, struggling to keep his eyes open. Penelope shook her head. "N..no… save your strength." Tears had begun to roll down her eyes.

“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.”

I muttered to myself, something to console myself with. I stood and crossed to the window, looking outside and imagine what Bryan would do when he finds out she is Christiana Salazar, the daughter of Giveon Salazar. The meeting with Bryan replayed in my head like a scene I couldn’t rewind out of. I had done a good job I know, I saw It in his expression and countenance. He was going to dig. I knew the kind of man he is. I had handed him a thread, and Bryan Adams wouldn’t let go of a thread until he sees the end of it.

Roselyn POV The room felt different from the battlefield we had just left. No collapsing structures. No flickering systems. No invisible pressure trying to define me. Just screens. Data. Reality. And war—of a different kind. The Setup Bryan stood in front of a large display, fingers moving quickly across the interface. Lines of information filled the screen. Accounts. Companies. Transactions. All connected by one name. Ethan Blake. “You weren’t wrong,” Bryan said, focused. “He’s been moving money through at least six shell companies.”