Bryce Walker 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

"She won’t wake up for ages. The sedative I slipped into her beer was more than strong enough. And she certainly isn't staying out here in the dirt with you anyway." "Where are you taking her?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a terrifying mixture of sheer rage and absolute helplessness. If Bryce had managed to drug Tiana and drag her all the way to this warehouse, my mind immediately began to spiral into the darkest, most horrific places. What about Mari? What had he done to my wife? What about my beautiful little boys? "Somewhere far more comfortable than this," Bryce replied smoothly, completely ignoring my panic. "My Angel deserves the absolute best, after all."

When his face turned red, eyes bulging out, I started to worry that he might die. “Stop it! You’re killing him!” I looked at Amelia and Theia, asking for help, and they did nothing. “Amelia, help him.” “Trust me, Ryden, I would but I know what they’re doing,” Amelia said as she watched them do whatever magic they’d done to Walker. Sebastien busted in the door with a jar in his hand. “The wraith in the jar is gone.” Then Walker began to gag yet nothing came out. “Alpha, help me, please?”

Walker let go of Roxie’s hand and rushed out of the gymnasium and out to the corridor. “Shit..” he breathed in deeply, trying to slow his heartbeat. Rushing to the counsellor’s office he burst through the door without knocking as Brett looked up at him, “Help me.” “Mr. Wells, have a seat.” “I can’t sit. I can’t stand. I can’t eat...” “When did it start?” “I don’t know...” Walker paced the room, “Can you see your mate before the elders come?” “Sure,” Brett nodded, “It’s rare, but if a mate bond is strong, you can.”

"So now I have another plan of attack. If she doesn't willingly come to my side, I will take the boy and keep him for myself. When he grows up, I will teach him how to be a trained killer. He will eliminate the threats one by one. That's my plan. So, let her reject me time and time again; I have my own plan. They had no idea that the nurse is my spy. They better be lucky she didn't bring the baby right to me. It's the only way for them to understand that I mean business." Bryce's POV It's strange having my half-sister here with me. She had told me about her ex beating her so badly that she had lost her baby. I felt so bad for her. I wish I was there to help her. But something else was naggin

Something that felt like a decision forming under the surface. Bryce noticed. Of course he did. He didn’t say anything. He just watched us like someone studying weather patterns, trying to predict the storm before it hit. When breakfast finally ended, Lena stood first. “I’m going for a walk.” Her mother frowned. “It’s cold.” “I’ll wear a coat.” Bryce glanced at me, then away. “Don’t go far.” “I won’t,” she said softly. She slipped on her boots and disappeared out the back door.

He then coaxed gently, "Don't cry. Listen to me. You'll only get upset the more you cry. That fire happened because of me. I was the one who dragged you into it. It was only right for me to save you." They looked affectionate in Bryce's eyes. He could no longer take it and turned to leave. His pace quickened with each step he took. A profound sense of humiliation grew within him. His heart started clenching painfully, as if he were being tortured. … Bryce walked out of the villa. Simon hurriedly opened the car door when he saw him. Bryce extended his hand out to Simon. His expression was cold when he said, "Give me the car keys."

I honestly don't know what I was thinking. Why did I decide to walk out of the house? And alone? And at night? I know that my parents will worry about me, so I did the most genius thing I could ever think of. I messaged them and told them I'll be out a while. Why, Chloe, why? I started thinking about what Barbie had said. Brayden Nicholas killed Kaylee Brown. Kaylee Brown. Why does that name sound so familiar? Where have I heard it?

Then he whispered, “You’ll look for death, and you won’t find it. I’ll make sure you feel what it’s like to be rejected by death itself.” “I won’t let you die so easily. That’s too merciful,” Bryan said, smirking before walking out. The door shut behind him as Walter began to scream.

But before his suicide attempt, he left me all the allowance he had saved up. "Estelle, I believe you didn't mean to do it. But I'm just so tired. They all call me the Vomit King." Dad looked at the large screen, his eyes reddening. "If I hadn't found him in time, Bryce would have…" Bryce pulled his sleeve, trying in vain to hide the scars on his wrist. The live comments overflowed with sympathy. "Oh, my God, why does a good brother always end up with a sister like this?"

Dragging a wooden table to the center, we all began stacking wood underneath. "Should I get William?" I asked Bryce. He shook his head. "The boy has lost his brother and now his mother. I don't think it would do him any good. I will speak with him about it when we join the others," he mumbled. Atlas poured accelerant onto the wood while Bryce carried the wrapped body of Scarlett to the table. Once the fire was started we stood around and watched as the flame consumed the fallen Alpha. Bryce had tears falling down his old cheeks but didn't utter a sound. It was all very bleak and worse when Bryce shifted and howled out his misery.