Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

“Cade has grey eyes; what color are mine? ” “I haven’t noticed,” I replied, trying to remain unfazed. “Cade has dark brown hair; what color is mine?” He came close again, causing me to step back. “Cade Hunter happens to be a hockey player; what am I, Ava?” “Stop coming closer!” I shouted just as my back hit the wall with a thud. He reached where I was, our bodies now close. His hand brushed against my chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Why the hell is Cade Hunter doing everything I do?”

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.

Brooke yells, her high voice getting completely distorted with massive pain, feeling like the muscle would be tom straight from her bone at any moment. “But… but if our hands pull his jaw off your skin, won't the teeth rip you open more?” the rogue men hesitate, their boots shifting. They can only kick their heavy toes at my ribs, way too wary to make a real move. Brooke, grinding her white teeth through the agony, barks loudly, “Grab my silver gun from the table! And bring that little twin cub we caught in the woods today! You wanna play tough with my life, Mars Reed? My claws will send your soul and your daughter straight to hell together!”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

I said. There was dead silence after those words came out. Immediately after that, everyone burst into laughter. "Not me? Who is it then? You're so obsessed with me. Would you really agree to be someone else's mate? "Besides, there's only my brother in my family and me. My brother's been gravely ill ever since he was attacked by rogues. No one even knows how much longer he'll live. "More importantly, I heard his wolf was injured too. Apparently he can't even mark anyone anymore. Are you really choosing some loser who's even weaker than an Omega?"

Achilles POV I sat back down. “Talk.” “I need water,” Agent Brody croaked. Xiomar still held on to his hair, the okier in his hands. I looked at him. “Okay, open your mouth.” The idiot did. Xiomar moved fast, holding on to one of his bottom teeth and ripping them out. “Fuck,” X laughed, moving Brody's groans of pain. “Bastard almost got me.” Brody groaned loudly again. “Fuck you.”

another added with a sneer, "she's finally realized what she really is—garbage sorting through garbage. Like attracts like, after all." Their laughter grew louder, but I kept my focus on the pile in front of me. There. I spotted exactly what I'd been looking for—a length of lightweight titanium alloy that would be perfect for a crossbow frame. "You know what I love about this?" Hughs continued, clearly enjoying himself. "The symbolism. Here she is, literally digging through trash, which is exactly where she belongs in the food chain." "It's poetic justice," one of the bikers agreed. "Finally, someone who knows their place in the world."

He was trying to get under my skin. I clenched my jaw. "I am your superior," I reminded him with a hard slap on the desk. "And trust me when I say, you are going to do the damn job." He leaned forward slightly, his lips curved in that annoying way. "You know, it's really ironic. A little nobody like you... thinking he can boss me around." His tone was that of a smug professor making up a lecture as he went. "Trust me, bro... Is it okay if I call you that? Because technically, you are my brother." Trey’s voice was full of sarcasm.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Brooke set a steaming vessel of black herbal infusion directly before my hands, stating, “The advance of the sun cycles eventually heals all flesh wounds. Does your mind possess any willingness to launch a journey into the distant wilderness? Perhaps what your internal wolf truly requires is a total change of territory environment.” My fangs sipped the bitter fluid, my features grimacing as the residual toxins of the high-proof whiskey rippled through my system. “Does your own schedule command the flexible hours required to accompany my paws across the outer borders?” Brooke’s lips curved into a supportive smile. “My line can easily request a temporary leave of absence from the archive secto