Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

Lucas nodded and said casually, "It seems like you're not at all a fool." Brody got mad after listening to it. "Lucas the Demon, do you have a death wish?" Brody roared. Lucas smiled faintly and was having a carefree look on his face. "Who are you to think of me, Lucas the Demon, as having a death wish?" Brody was the tenth elder of the Slivery Snow Palace and was a Rank 2 Transcendent Being. He had been conquering the Eastern State for years and currently, he could not believe he would be listening to such a thing.

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

Hit me up. Then another: Homewrecker. And another: Daddy issues much? I turn my phone face-down on the floor, but I can still hear it buzzing against the floor. When I finally look up through blurred vision, Maya Brooks is standing at the end of the hallway. The student manager clutches her practice schedule against her chest, staring at me with something that might be pity. "Maya" I start to call out. Instead she turns and walks away quickly, her sneakers squeaking on the floor.

I snap, not wanting to explain how my stepbrother just clocked me in the shower. "Damn, okay. Someone's in a mood." Yeah, I'm always in a mood these days. Ever since Bryson crashed into my life and turned everything upside down. Minutes later, Bryson hurries up behind us, pulling his t-shirt over his head. His hair is still dripping from the shower, dark and messy, and water spots are soaking through his shirt. The fabric clings to his chest in ways that make my mouth go dry. I tear my eyes away fast and bury the thoughts trying to claw up from wherever hellhole they're coming from.

The Brenna I know would never had maintained a relationship past a month. “It’s seems like you have finally found someone who can keep up to your fun. I bet he fucks well”. She always had the upper hand when it came to teasing so I wasn’t going to let these chance waste. “Oh he does but I’m sure not as well as brother Charles” she replied with a knowing smirk and her eyebrows jumped up and down in celebration. If I had known the tables would turn, I would have just kept the peace.

Miller leaned forward. "Go on." "Ava and I, we were talking that day. About books. She mentioned this series she loved, 'The Shadow Watchers.' It's about a secret society that observes injustices and anonymously leaks information to expose criminals." He held up the book. "She said the author, a reclusive writer, uses the pen name 'Boom.' She thought it was cool. Like, 'boom, here's the truth.'" Miller’s eyes widened. "Boom. The name that appeared on the video file."

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

"I need the team... I need you guys to ruin me! Please!" Jace nodded, satisfied. "Finish her, Brody. Hold her mouth, let's see how loud she can get." Brody dove back down, his fingers taking over where his tongue had left off, pumping inside her while his thumb rubbed her wet center with a merciless, rapid rhythm. Chloe didn't just break.. she shattered.