Fern Brady Novels & Stories

I walked down to the kitchen the next morning and received wonderful news from Dr. Brady. He was standing at the coffee pot looking tired but proud of himself. “Good morning, Audry. You can see Franky now. He is awake,” he informed me. “Thank you, Dr. Brady!”

Before I could speak, he collected the heavy stone and left my hand naked. “What are you-” “I know you don't love him and I also know that you're doing this because you had no other option…” He leaned slightly closer so only I could hear him among his brigade of black suede soldiers. “Let me be that other option.” “How would it even work? You're…” His brow cocked in intrigue. The reason our friendship was frowned upon as kids were why a marriage would be disastrous now. The Brady family was resilient and dangerous, all tall tales and warnings to the public as any evidence was carefully hidden. It was families like the Maldoris that ensured it stayed that way. Even if Jackson spent the last f

“Barrister Brady.” Before them stood Farrington’s chief legal hound, a laptop under his arm. Elena forced her mouth shut, swallowing against the painful knot tightening her throat. Seeing Barrister Brady there sent a shiver deep through her bones.

Brady said, oozing charm. “Who are you?” she demanded suspiciously, but Zephyra saw that his charming tone was working its magic. “I’m Officer Brady Shaw, ma’am, and a good ole human,” he said. If Zephyra didn’t know he was trying to win her over, she would’ve been a little insulted by the human comment. Mrs. Dunlop, however, beamed at him. As Brady charmed the pants off her, he accompanied her over to a small stall where an older man was selling various fruits and vegetables.

However, other than those random messages, my father refused to talk to me for almost six months. “What happened with Evelyn?” I asked, hoping to get back to the main story. Brady took a deep breath. “I did not see her again for eight months. At first, I thought that I was the one avoiding her. But then I realized that she was not even around for me to avoid. I tried to ask her parents how she was doing and where she was, but they were angry with me and did not want to tell me very much. I decided not to use my alpha command on them, knowing that it would only make things harder for me when Evelyn and I got back together.

Heloise sat in her chair and continued to ask, "Senator Brook, I heard that you recently visited the suburbs. You personally went to the fields to do live broadcasts with the melon farmers, and you got along well with them. The melon farmers are very grateful to you. Is this true?" This Heloise, is she trying to flatter him now? Brady looked at her suspiciously, raised his chest, and said, "Yes, the fruit over there is severely unsold. I did what I could to help. The melon farmers are all very kind, and they even invited me to their homes for a meal." As soon as he finished speaking, the video on the hanging television changed again. In the silent video, the scene shifted to the edge of a me

“Thank you, Jennifer. I can feel the tone of the town changing already. I’ll see you at two.” She shook his hand, and Brady left, wrapping his scarf around his neck as he went. Whether or not the house she showed him turned out to be his dream house or not, Brady was glad he’d gone in to speak to Jennifer. He had a feeling she was going to make a huge contribution to increasing the Christmas spirit in a way Holiday Hills desperately needed.