Family Guy Brian Beats Up Stewie Novels & Stories

West's knees give out, and he falls to the ground, shivering feverishly. "How did you--" Brian starts to say, but I don't let him finish his statement. A direct punch to the face sends him crashing into the wall. He coughs up blood as his nose bleeds. "W-what are you?" He stutters as I stalk towards him and grab him by the head. "Next time, when you see him, all you have to do is RUN. Do you understand that?" I say, and he glares at me. This bastard has just made an expensive mistake, and I'm going to make him pay for it.

he grumbled, releasing her, and she punched the man's forearm, which he ignored as if he felt nothing. "And you're still trying to take advantage of me every time you see me. I've told you, old man, you don't stand a chance!" she grumbled, causing Brian to turn and look at her with a faint smile, hands in his blazer pockets. "Don't you ever get tired? You conceited brat!" Brian grumbled, tapping her forehead with his index finger, making her protest in pain. "You two never stop teasing her, do you?" murmured Elizabeth, somewhat apathetic but emotional at seeing her brothers.

he cried out. Serena stuck him in the same jaw again, landing her fist twice this time. “I told you my name! It was the truth!” he rocked on the chair, scrambling away from Serena. A grin spread across Serena’s plump lips. “I know… I just wanted to punch you again.” Brian’s mouth hung open. He looked at us, begging for help, one that we would never give him after what he’d done to those girls. “You’re a crazy bitch!” he screamed, almost snapping a vocal cord.

As a member of the Big Dogs, he took umbrage with Brian's behavior. "How dare you touch my woman?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. He strode across the room, his fists clenched. Brian cowered, still on his knees. He knew he was no match for Lisa's husband. The man's anger was palpable, and Brian felt a sense of dread wash over him. The slap came without warning, sending Bryan crashing to the floor. He cried out in pain, his cheek throbbing. "You're a disappointment," Lisa's husband sneered, standing over Brian. "Next time, you'll know exactly where you belong."

It appeared that he was going to walk away but then he turned around and hit Brian in the face. Brian felt his father’s fist connect to his cheek, the surprise of the blow knocked him off his feet. But he got up again, and the fight was on. He charged his father in a rugby tackle, knocking them both to the ground. But before he could strike the first blow he was ripped off his father and tossed through the air like a ragdoll.

Allen asked him, as his eyes locked on the glass he was holding in his hand. “The bastard went to have some fun.” Mr. Brian said and picked up a stick of cigar from a tray. “Want one?” He asked as his hand stretched towards his friend. “No.” Mr. Allen declined politely and smiled at the lady, standing beside his friend. “Suit yourself.” Mr. Brian said and leaned back on his chair. Lighting the cigarette, he took a whiff and puffed out smoke. “I heard that she's been cheating on my son with some bastard,” he informed and had his eyes locked onto his friend.

“What? Was this the part where I was supposed to listen to you drone on and on, then whisk in with some cheap bullshit storyline to make yourself look like some misunderstood asshole?” I was even more upset than I was just a couple moments ago, yet every word left my mouth with a sullen, slow drop. “You’re not a fucking hero. You’re not some misunderstood character either. You’re a dipshit who traumatized his own family so much, your own brother hates the very sight of you.” It didn’t matter what came after that. Silence? Argument? Explanation? None of it. Brian dropped the bowl and kit at the foot of the bed, reached for his bag, and walked straight for the door without another word.

Jane stepped away from Brian and raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "Why are you only showing up now? I was waiting for you! I thought you went back to Canada!" Jane said with a hint of annoyance. Brian chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry. I couldn't come back right away because of Dad. You know what he wanted to happen, right? Actually, he was furious when we met earlier." He sighed. "How are you? Did Rodrigo hurt you?" Jane shook her head. "H-He... He slapped me."

Jeff didn't care about his response, he simply strolled to a sofa, sat down crosslegged and stared at Brian with disapproval. “Considering the fact that you are my father's right-hand man, I won't exchange words with you old man.” Brian sneered at Jeff. “As that has never stopped you,” I added casually. “Ha!” Jeff exclaimed and broke into laughter. Brian looked like he had taken a slap to the face, and he couldn't respond. I wonder what has happened to all his false bravado which he usually exhibited. His concubine nudged him gently, making gestures to the envelope in his hand. This seemed to remind him of why he showed up in the first place.

“And why do you keep calling her your wife when she's just borrowing someone else's identity to marry you? Open your eyes and put an end to this bullshit, Steen! You should also end your stupid marriage and abort the filthy child from her belly as soon as possible!” This time, Stefan didn't receive an argument from his son, and instead he received a heavy punch on his face when his son couldn't hold back anymore. Yes, Steen's powerful punch landed right on Stefan's face, causing Stefan to lose his balance and fall on the sofa in the living room. “STOP, STEEN! YOUR FATHER COULD DIE IF YOU USE VIOLENCE AGAINST HIM!” Vivian finally couldn't take it anymore, she immediately ran forward and tried