Family Guy Brian Beats Up Stewie Novels & Stories

"You don't know anything about us." "I know enough, okay?" "You know what?" Brian shoves my shoulder. "Stay out of it." I barely move. "You touched her after she told you not to." "I just fucking hugged my girlfriend." "You cheated on the girl, dude. She's not yours." Brian smirks. "Oh. I know what this is about. You are jealous. The next punch I throw lands harder. It makes Brian swing back. But his fist catches my cheek almost immediately. I answer the pain that explodes across my face with another hit.

"Stupid fool! Scared now, are you? Too late! You're not leaving here today unless I say you can crawl out!" A pained grunt tore from my throat. I turned my head to look at Everly. "Everly, you have no idea who you're messing with! If you let him do this, I promise you will regret it more than you can ever imagine!" Everly sneered. "Who are you? You're a nobody. Just a clueless fraud." Seeing her attitude, Brian's laughter grew more manic. "Still trying to appeal to Everly? In front of me? If I don't break this leg, you'll never learn what a worthless dog you are!"

When Jeremy tried to get up, Brian put a fist in his face. “Now listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch, the only thing preventing me from tearing your head off and pissing down your neck hole is realizing what a mess your blood would make on Myrna’s carpet. So you just sit there calmly or I might do something you won’t live long enough to regret.” Talking trash usually did the trick with this type of coward, but Brian would be more than happy to turn his threats into reality. He would take great pleasure in rearranging this guy’s overly handsome face.

I yell as I catch up to Devin and run outside. I look across the street and at the beach. Brian is in a fistfight with four guys, which for Brian being alone he’s doing one hell of a job. I can see the blood on some of the men's faces, although they are not giving up. “What the fuck is going on?” Devin yells as he runs across the street, his fist prepared to swing. The drop in my mouth is wide as I watch Devin jump in midair and drop down with a hard punch to one of the guys. The guy drops to the ground, clearly knocked out. “Devin!” I yell as another guy wraps his arm around Devin’s neck from behind.

“Then explain. NOW.” He sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. “Adrian came here this morning.” My body tensed. “He WHAT?” “He… went insane. Completely insane,” Brian said, voice quieter now. He gestured around the room. “That was him.” My eyes widened as I took in the dented desk, the fallen filing cabinet, the scattered papers. “What did he do to you?” My voice trembled. Brian looked away. “He punched me. A lot. I fought back. Security dragged him out. He broke a tray. He almost hit a nurse with it. Then he stormed off bleeding.”

“Look, Alpha, I-I know this looks bad–” He didn’t get a chance to finish. My fist connected with his jaw, the force sending him crashing into the mini-bar. Bottles and glasses shattered around him, and much to my pleasure, shards embedded itself into his back. “Bad?” I laughed harshly. “That’s not the word I’m thinking of.” Brian struggled to stand, clutching his side, but I was just getting started. I grabbed him before he could find his footing, driving my knee into his stomach and slamming him back to the ground.

"Why don't you leave her, and me, alone?" Brian was not used to anyone smaller than him standing up to him, particularly not someone like Michael. He jabbed his finger into Michael's chest, making the smaller boy stagger back. "You gonna make me?" It was a show of strength, not really a threat. In the part of his brain that was being rational, the part that was, in fact, sensing Brian's surface thoughts, Michael knew that Brian would not push it to a fight. Unfortunately, several other parts of Michael's brain were acting on years of suppressed anger at being pushed around by oafs like Brian Graham. His hand shot forward, palm open, so that the heel of his hand struck Brian squarely in the b

Who had thought they were going to have wrestling entertainment right in the mansion. Before Brian could prepare for defence, a punch landed on his face, turning his head to the side. He didn't show that he was in any form of pain as Kisha tried a kick but her leg was held up in midair. "What do I do with this tigress," Brian taunted her before he left her leg. He didn't try to fight back. "You won't attack?" She asked, confused. Brian smirked. "A gentleman is trained to not hurt a woman."

I stared straight into his eyes. Yes. A coward. Gasps exploded around us. Lucas’s face contorted. His fist curled like he was ready to strike me across the face. But when he lifted his hand Brian’s voice cut through the air. Touch her and lose the hand. Everyone turned. Brian stood at the gate. Dirt on his shirt. Sweat on his forehead. Fury in his eyes. His entire body vibrated with heat and violence. Lucas scoffed. You again You are like a stubborn dog.

“Who would even want to touch her after all that.... must be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway....” Angie wasn’t expecting that comment from Stuart, who is usually calm and quiet, she burst out laughing and nearly fell off the side of the bed. Brian chuckled, glancing at Stuart who was watching Angie laugh heartily with a sparkle in his eye. Yep, he was already head over heels. Brian didn’t understand why Stu didn’t just go ahead and tell her she was his mate, and when he asked his friend Stu just smiled and shrugged. “But anyway, so you were following Mason all day. Get to it already.” Mariah snapped her head back around.