Chase Brown Powerless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Julian pushed up the glasses on his nose and, to my surprise, didn't back down in the face of that terrifying pressure. His voice was gentle but held an unquestionable strength. "I am Alessia's friend. As for my right..." He glanced at the two weeping children. "A man who would leave his own wife to die in the rubble has no right to question me." Santino's fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. He was on the verge of destroying the man who dared to challenge him. Just as violence was about to erupt, Chloe quietly interjected, "Auntie Alessia, we haven't finished coloring our painting yet..."

“It’s like admitting that I need help. Like I’m weak or something and I can’t take care of myself.” Chase chokes on a laugh, shaking his head. “You, weak?” He rolls his eyes as if that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “You might just be the strongest person I know. You’re the only one who ever stepped up to me and called me on my bullshit, and you don’t take shit from anyone. You’re the furthest thing from weak, Vee.” My heart lurches in my chest. “And what if I want to take care of you?” Chase asks earnestly, releasing my thigh and flipping his hand over to grab mine. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

“W-with the doc—” Before he could finish his words, Dax’s fist connected with his jaw. Bryce’s head snapped to the left he thought his world spun around him. He felt his ass hitting the floor with a thud. Everyone let out another gasp. The pain from the punch wasn’t even close to the pain he felt for Clary. “Give me a single fucking reason not to take her away from you, Chase!” He couldn’t answer. All he could do was stare in horror at Dax.

Xander said in admiration. Brandon’s expression changed to shock when he saw Amery behind the wheel of a sleek sports car, speeding away. "Wow, Ms. Amery is actually pretty badass!"

Lyle used to be the person I trusted most, the man I thought would always protect me. Now, he’s the one holding all the power, using it against me, forcing me to give and give, all for the sake of someone who’s torn my life apart. With a shuddering breath, I swallow my pride, the hurt, the anger. I know I have no choice. I nod, barely able to meet his gaze, the weight of defeat pressing down on me. My mind races, a silent scream building inside me that I have no outlet for. I want to shout, to demand how he can do this to me, how he can stand there and act like he’s justified.

Maybe she was just stubborn then. Everyone makes mistakes — and we learn from them. She admired her father for accepting her despite her mistakes. No matter what she had done, he still accepted her. Sometimes she felt very ashamed. Her father seemed perfect. She could not find anything wrong with him, while she had only dirtied herself. Why did she become like this? Where did she first go wrong? “Your suffering will end, child. Just trust,” he whispered. “When, Dad? When will it end? When I can’t take it anymore? When I have no strength left? When I want to die—”

You cannot escape what you are. Eva’s chest burned, the bond pulsing violently, yet she did not falter. Instead, she let the energy flow freely, light and shadow intertwining, arcs of power lashing outward, striking the figure with raw force. The shadow reeled, but did not fall. It circled her, hissing, testing the limits of her resolve. Damon’s eyes were silver, unblinking, intense, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Focus. Let it respond to you, not against you. It will obey your intent, not your fear.”

"My apartment is destroyed! Someone's been threatening me! And you're calling it unfortunate?" "I'm calling it predictable." He turned to face her fully, and the intensity of his gaze made her take a step back. "Thomas Ashton discovered that someone's been systematically looting Hale Corporation for the past two years. He started asking questions. He started investigating. Three weeks later, his brakes failed." Victor's expression didn't change. "There are no coincidences in my world, Ms. Grant." The floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet. "You're saying Thomas was murdered."

he mumbled, already annoyed at the lack of tea the articles were providing. This is going to take a while. I pushed myself off the couch. "I'll make us some coffee." As I waited for the water to heat up in silence, the huge wave of disappointment finally hit me. I couldn't believe that I actually felt down. Of course, he’s not going to take time off his day to help out a stranger who rejected his more than generous business offer. I guess I was hoping that the Vincentio whom everyone had talked about, who was kind and gentle, was slowly resurfacing back.

Chance rolled his eyes, "what do you think I am?" "A pussy, for not fighting harder and forcing him back into Malcom's claws." "I will get him back, just watch." When Chance didn't get a response from Aurora, he peeked over at her to see her slumped over the chair arm, fast asleep. He picked her up and brought her to one of the bedrooms, then went to take a shower and settle in for the night. When Chance woke the next morning, he was doing all he could to procrastinate. But he couldn't fight it anymore. He needed Kristoff, missed his ignorance and cockiness.