Cheeky Brat Books Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

Dress and go greet our guests with me up at the villas. "A brat is a type of person in the kink community who pushes her dom until he punishes her. There is the fun type of punishment, like the ones you want. Then there is the less fun type of punishment, like being ignored. Continue on this path and we will give you the latter." Ciaran mused. Alvara looked between us. Narrowed her eyes into slits as she took us in. "You think I am a brat?" She whispered. Ciaran uncrossed his arms. Softened his gaze.

"Hi, Miss. My baby is hungry. Could you please let me cut in line? I heard your barbeque is amazing. I think my baby and I are in for a treat today." The familiar voice reached my ears. Without thinking, I lifted my gaze and found myself looking at a sweet, innocent face. The suffocating feeling of being submerged in icy water still seemed to linger in my nostrils, making me instinctively gasp for air. The cold air, mixed with the scent of barbeque, rushed into my chest. That was when I realized—I had been reborn.

Dear Reader, Sadly we have come to the end of Brett and Daisy's journey. It's been such a beautiful one no doubt. And I'm so grateful we went down this route together. If you enjoyed reading about Brett and Daisy, then don't forget to drop a kind review for me. I know you must be wondering what happened to Ugo Chike. If you are, then you have to see for yourself in my next book, "THE BADASS MAFIA BOSS QUEEN" (already out).

I am about to lose my shit when a knock on the door makes me groan. “What?”, I bark between kisses, and the door darts opened. “What the fuck is going on here?”, I hear my uncle shout from the door. I feel like a teenager trying to hide my latest conquest. I stand up and look around the room to see Theo behind him shaking his head. Fuck.

It's from Kimberly, her big sis. I've been in Russia for three years now—i joined The Bratva to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micheal Alonso, get the details from the cyber man in the third street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Adeshka. A smile painted Adeline's lips—a sad smile, but at least... there's hope.

This wasn't a school. It felt like a daycare barely holding together. For a second, I thought about quitting too. Then the feeling passed—and I stayed. Under their nervous stares, I walked up to the board, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote my name. "My name is Glen Gardner. Glen works. Mr. Gardner works too. Glen means 'valley'—a place where people can live." I turned back to them. "Starting today, I'm your teacher. So—what's my name?"

What do I say and where do I even start? "I don't know where to start, but I will tell you this. You're a brat. What she showed and told you were stories from all different types of brats. You don't have to do things like them to be a brat." She stays quiet looking at her hands which are bleeding from the glass. "You're a brat, your smart-arse mouth proves that. The fact you threw paint over me, spoke back through the punishments. Remember that day, when you wore what you wanted, and it was a chemise because I didn't pick for you?" She nods looking at me.

Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course. My three best friends were all daughters of high-ranking Bratva Officials: Nadia and Annika, aged twenty, and Svetlana, aged twenty-one; they were stunners. Tall, leggy brunettes with hazel eyes, they were always surrounded by guys eager to try their luck, and then there was me, the odd one out. I was a petite, [Only five feet four] ice blonde with emerald green eyes and the daughter of Pavel Lhushanov, the Houston Bratva Pakhan. We were only a small Bratva, compared to other States, but my father's rule was absolute; no one dared cross him. He was a v