Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

He extended one toward my chest plate with a slow, deliberate smirk. "What business do you have in the vanguard sector, Brooks?" I demanded, my hand staying clear of the glass. Egan’s eyes crawled over my fitted titanium armor, his gaze lingering on the narrow cut of my waist and the proud set of my shoulders. He took a slow, agonizing sip of the dark fluid, his scent turning thick with aggressive alpha interest. "I find myself tracking your trajectory, Chika. A wolf of your exceptional caliber and lethal posture makes me wonder—why throw your lot in with a broken king like Lucien?"

He smirked and winked at his friends as the youngsters made their way over. "Gramps, what's that on your plate?" Kyle pointed at the offensive leftover pie. Clancy rolled his eyes and held his hand out towards the other occupants at the table. "Never mind that come on and meet my friends. You already met Gus and Arty, but this here is Theo, Deke, and Charlie. Boys, this is my grandson Kyle, and you all know Kerryanne."

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

Another greedy soldier wanna-be. "What's your name?" Chloe asked. "Pyro. Future great Fire Kryst." He proudly declared. Chloe smiled. This Kryst doesn't even go anywhere near Teacher Eric's ability to control fire. "You have your own. Be contented." The man charged at her in a blinding speed, fire enveloping his body to protect from her water but Chloe was still and calm.

And so, so angry at myself for being naive enough to fall for the wrong brother. Leo stood a few feet away, opposite me, just watching the water. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jeans, tapped one out, and lit it. The tip glowed cherry-red in the dim light. After a long moment, he walked over and sank down onto the ground beside me. He held the cigarette out to me. I shook my head, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. "I don’t smoke." "Try it," he said in a rough voice. "It’ll dry the tears right up. Works faster than tissues."

"Why do you always think I'm some creep, Bloom? I'm starting to get offended." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Can't help it, Miller. You're just so mysterious." "That's part of my charm." He winked goofily. I laughed more. My stomach was starting to hurt from laughing. "Doesn't seem like you're doing much charming here, Miller. Might want to try some new methods." Zac quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "You've already been charmed, Bloom. Hence why you haven't kicked me out yet."

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

“Elbow in. Cheek weld tight. Breath out, squeeze--no, no pull. In the back of us the courtyard was bloody. Burning Harleys set the night ablaze in the orange, blood oozing dark in the floodlights. The gasoline, cordite, and copper scent were in the air. The withdrawing foe had disappeared in the bushes, but we all had the knowledge that it was not finished. The reinforcements were coming back. Mantovani gave me a glance, wild and alive, and horrifyingly beautiful. “Ready, piccola?” I nodded once. He grinned like a devil. “Then let's go hunting.” We broke as a group -twelve brothers flaking out in a wedge, Mantovani and I at the point. Squeezing boots on glass and brass. Fifty yards in front

I held my breath, praying I hadn't just blown my cover. "You like danger, Ruby?" He finally asked. "Maybe," I replied, taking another sip of whiskey. "It depends on the kind of danger." He laughed, the tension finally dissipating. "You came to the right place, though I'd be careful asking too many questions about the Wolves. Some of the boys here are still wound up tight about all that." "All what?" I pressed, keeping my tone light and curious rather than interrogative. "Their Enforcer got himself killed last week.” Brick shook his head. "Stupid bastard should've known better than to…"

They are framed by thick lashes that curl upwards, highlighting their eye-catching color. His hair is jet black, glossy, and lustrous, resembling the wing of a raven. It falls in loose waves around his face, framing his features and emphasizing his angular jawline and sharp cheekbones. When Mr Hunter was about to introduce him, he pulled it back into a sleek ponytail, and believe me, if you could call a man beautiful, he was. "Hello class this is Leo Smith he will be joining us for senior year, let all welcome him because he is also new to our school and town," Mr Hunter said before continuing to speak Leo would you like to introduce yourself"