Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

"Get your squad out of my control room, Brook." Brook set his empty chalice on the command table with a sharp, metallic ring. "He doesn't register your pain, Commander. He only calculates your structural utility." He turned on his heel, his heavy combat boots echoing down the steel catwalk until the blast doors slid shut, sealing me inside the silence of the command deck.

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."

nag-aalalang saad ni Joy. May matipunong braso na umalalay sa kanyang baywang at dumikit ang katawan niya rito. Ang bango pa rin ni Martin kahit ilang oras na silang nandito sa loob ng bar. Habang siya'y amoy sigarilyo na siguro. Itinulak niya ang lalaki upang lumayo pero hindi siya binitawan. "You need help. Huwag ng matigas ang ulo." Nakakapanginig-tuhod ang boses nito.

*** She sat at the kitchen table, saying nothing. “Ya snapped it, didn’t ya.” Brody leaned forward. Chiseled jaw and dark eyes, his teeth too white, his frat bro was all bulging biceps and bottled tan. “Gonna shove her next to the ice cream?” Bro laughed and then lit a joint as he strolled to the window, his eyes peering at Eidolon below. “Predictable fucker, just like always.” “It wasn’t something I planned, you know?” he said. “Right,” his bro said. “She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.”

"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.

“Can’t you keep your dick soft when you’re thinking of your Luna?” Smirking, I look down at the semi-hard cock in my pants. “What can I say, my Luna gets my engine revving.” “I want to die now,” Xavier groans. “There are a couple of silver bullets here, somewhere,” I say, then look at Brody. “To answer your question, she drank a lot. I’m not entirely sure how much, but...” “I thought as much,” Brody says. What are you driving at, Brod?”

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…"