Family Guy Brian Beats Up Stewie Novels & Stories

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."

Brian grabbed Jerry by the left arm, Luke grabbed the right arm and as they pulled Jerry up the stairs, James got up and picked up Jerry’s feet. Brian wanted to trample Bradley, he wanted to stomp on the ghost and hurt him the way they have been hurt by his words. But the more he tried to stomp, the more Bradley grinned as he scooted a stair up. The grin infuriated Brian so much so that when they reached a door he dropped Jerry and lunged at the ghost. The door swung open, making Brian fall flat on his belly, onto a wet concrete surface. The rain stung his face, but it was the shouts behind him that made him realize what had just happened.

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."

“How many times are you going to apologize for your mom? You don’t need to keep saying sorry for what she does. I know how she is, and I’m okay with it. What matters to me is how you see me, how you treat me.” Brian’s face broke into a warm smile, and he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss deepened, a spark igniting between them. He tugged off his shirt, still streaked with the grime of battle, and pulled Stella toward the bathroom, a playful glint in his eyes. “What are you up to?” she asked, a teasing smile spreading across her face. “Why don’t you help me clean up?” Brian replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

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.

“Damn. You still sick? Fuckin lightweight.” Connor heaved once more and wiped his mouth, shivering. John nudged him with one of his Timberlands. “Fag.” A pause. “But so’s Brian. Who woulda thought?” Connor shivered, unwillingly thinking about last night. In a way, Brian was lucky. When he’d showed up and had seen Pital gagged and tied to a chair, he’d told John, “No way, man. This shit’s over the edge.” John had lost it, lit into Brian and beat the shit out of him. When he was through, he’d let Brian crawl away, threatening to “deal with him later.”

“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