Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

Her hand loosened and I retreated my own. "The kind of conversation and you guys held towards each other before did kinda gave it away." I drawled out, picking up my shake. She drew out another sigh. "Sylvie was my bestfriend and a junior to me." I absentmindedly nodded, twirling the plastic within my hand. "Her bro---" She was cut off but a loud thud of the door and it took me all not to flinch at the spot. Old habits, die hard. "Xander and Xavier." She paused momentarily, rolling her eyes again.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

“Merge with me, True Flames, and reveal the power of Brimstone.” “Combination Technique: Brimstone of True Flames” *SCREEE*

Although Charlie could not determine Brody’s cultivation level from the video, just like Porter, Charlie could tell from Brody’s stance when he sneaked into the copper mine and his attempts to dodge the artillery shells that he was quite a powerful man. Not to mention whether he had mastered Reiki, but Porter was already no match for his speed and explosive power alone.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

The taste of blood on my tongue has never been so satisfying. Brock’s next. The two of them have history- Xavier nearly killed Brock the last time they went head-to-head. It’s only right that Brock gets to exact some form of revenge. Fur goes flying as they collide, teeth bared and jaws snapping. Though he keeps on fighting, Xavier is becoming noticeably fatigued, slower and weaker and more desperate. The five of us continue to take turns with him while our girls hold the perimeter.

LANEY "I can't believe you are officially twenty one we going to get shit faced tonight "my friend Alison says "bitch I can't wait I even want to get laid "so you climbing that chocolate mountain tonight ?"she asks wiggling her brows I smile "yes we have been going out for two months already I need it " she laughs while I put on the final touch ups on my make up. A knock comes at my bedroom door "come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure.

With the other hand, he absentmindedly refilled Tatiana’s glass. “Work?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended as I picked up the glass marked by a smear of red lipstick. He slipped his phone into his pocket. “My brother, actually.” His gaze flicked toward the bar cart by the dining table. “Do you mind?” “Go ahead,” I said, waving my hand. Constance wouldn’t care if he raided the whiskey stash. “Older or younger?” “Older.” He pulled a crystal tumbler from the cart and poured amber liquid into it. “Julius. CTO of Xenos.”

“No master, a Dwarf cannot kill master” Broot strode over to his desk and pulled out an old, dusty cardboard box. “Yes, but a Dwarf can inflict pain” He opened the box and with deliberate care, took out a thirteen-inch piece of metal that looked like a thick tree branch. “No...” He pointed it at Kranky's chest.