Bryce O'connor Novels & Stories

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

It was like we had stumbled upon some long-forgotten, abandoned castle - and who knew what secrets it held? As we approached, a large group of people, including both men and women, stood around the stairs leading up to what appeared to be a stone stage. Dane emerged and ascended the steps, followed by two men who escorted Catrina out. She had clearly been badly beaten, with bruises and blood staining her face. I stepped forward, but Kendra caught my arm and whispered, “Don’t,” keeping her eyes on the events ahead. How could she remain so composed while I was a bundle of nerves? My stomach was churning, and I felt like throwing up.

So we’re going to the gym, then straight up to Sage’s office. The man scares me because he seems to feel nothing for anyone and he makes it known. An hour later, we pull up at the gym and I link my arm with hers as we walk inside. Creed usually arrives a few minutes after we do, but as we walk to the reception, I see him standing there watching the door. Our eyes meet and he smiles, but then he sees me with a stony-faced Rebecca and his smile drops. I gesture for him to come over to where we’re standing, and he does so with a deep frown etched on his brow.

＜ Carrick said and I was about to bid him goodbye when I suddenly remember something. ＞Anyway, I suggest you start looking for this guy in the north, Carrick. Don't forget that this guy has a son named Kendrick, I know there's a lot of guy with the name Benjie out there.＜ I suggested to him when I suddenly remember what Freya just said earlier, she said she runs towards the south so I have a strong feeling that this Benjie guy is hiding somewhere in the north. He should start hiding now because I swear he'll gonna regret everything that he did to my mate and her mother. I know that tracking this guy with little to no information is fucking tough but I'm willing to wait for months or worst ye

"Connor, if you excuse me, I would like a word in private with Miss Beatrice." Omar releases my upper arm, undresses his denim blue jean shirt, and holds it open before me. I slip my arms into the sleeves, overlapping the sides at the front. Connor takes his leave, but not before giving Omar the stinky eye. Even though we weren't siblings, Connor has always been protective of my persona.

Flame keeps the mindlink open so I can hear what she hears but there's no response yet, so she keeps repeating herself. "Brogan." Flame grabs my hand when we eventually hear the faintest of replies. "Brogan? Ollie needs you to help him now, can you do that for me please?" She pleads and Kade snorts angrily in the back of my mind. There's no reply but Ollie's body starts to shake violently on the bed, the change happening quicker than I've ever seen it before.

The lightning was so bright that I had to squint my eyes shut. “Sapphire Ronaldo. 21 year old. Blonde. A total eye candy and very beautiful. Bright green eyes. Height 5 ft. 4 inch. Slim and curvy. So let’s start the bidding ladies and gentlemen!” I heard the person a little far from me speak in the mike. My eyes widened in shock as I realised that they were bidding on me! I was actually in an auction where they are bidding on people in exchange of— in exchange of what?! I started to tremble badly. My eyes wandered to the front which was dim and only silhouette of people was visible to my eyes.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

The one where I had called someone "Victoria" Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Lydia's heart screamed wildly. How could Connor Bryce be the young master of Bryce Group? They had been together for three years. His food and clothes had been as ordinary as could be. He had squeezed with her into that old two-bedroom apartment downtown. It had to be a coincidence. Ryan's eyes darted, and he immediately tried to smear me. "Chairman, look, doesn't that line up perfectly? "Young Mr. Bryce must have happened to see Connor faking things today.

Even though I am wearing a brand new pair of sneakers, they do not shine as bright as his Oxford shoes. "So, I think I missed the FIFA World Cup, no?" He quirks his brow, scanning the classroom through his dark eyes. "We're going to have fun," Blue whispers and I bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing. I watch Mr. Taylor doing his work and suddenly, his gaze drops on me, becoming intense all of a sudden. Or I think it is just my delusion. I swallow and look down, unable to bear the intensity, and hear him saying, "Jeremy Bradley was the man of the match!"