Flipped Bryce Novels & Stories

"I do. But I don't like being called a brat." Bryce lifted his chin and said, "This is how coaches speak. They start every lesson like this. Be serious." Holly wanted to glare at him so badly. She couldn't believe he would get into character after calling him Mr. Gabelman. He looked like a show-off when he acted like a coach. Bryce seriously explained to her some basics of swimming. He looked like a professional when he spoke. In reality, he searched most of it on the Internet on their way there. He did his research at the last minute.

"What was Bryce's end after they find out everything?" "Bryce's birth mother was arrested, and his father was sentenced to three years of prison. Mrs. Lucas's family was very powerful, and they directly destroyed the Lucas family. She divorced his father and took the property to go abroad. As for Bryce... he became a joke in the circle." After leaving the Lucas family, he had only a few thousand dollars on him, and the house bought by Bryce's father was actually intended to be used as a compensation for Graciana's mother.

He opens his arms to hug me, and I try my best not to look at Archie, who I think is on the couch on the left. He kisses both my cheeks before stepping back and putting some distance between us. He is in his usual golf tee and white pants, which I take as a sign that he plans to play golf, and I did not come prepared. Fuck. Bryce is every woman’s dream: tall, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a well-chiseled jaw with lips that look like he got fillers, but they are just that natural look. “I believe you are well acquainted with Archie?” he gestures towards the couch, and it takes everything in me not to snap.

Leaving my brother's hand. "Catalina, where's your CR?" Freya stood up quickly when i said where it was... and leave. Bryce just stood there, shocked for being ignored. I want to laugh out load but my brother looks pitiful. A very first time in history! Bryce is a playboy and he can easily aattract a blooming flowet. You can easily see that on the way he talked and move add his muscular and good body. In my lifetime with them, i never saw some girl ignored him. Never. And now..

When she got to the living room, she saw Bryce sprawled in the recliner, remote in hand as he flipped through footage of past baseball games. “Hey, Bryce,” she called. He looked up, his eyes warming in welcome. As he got up, he smiled broadly at her then held out his arms. She hugged him then made a show of feeling his ribs. “They don’t feed you in training camp?” she asked. He laughed. “You know damn well that all I ever do is eat. I think my tapeworms have tapeworms.” She glanced back to make sure they were still alone and then lowered her voice.

RAY It's been three days since I found my mate, three days since I had my first kiss, three days since I jerked off in front of a man, three days since I took my first bullet, three days since my life took a drastic change. I had received top-notch care and I was fine now, especially since the bullet had hit me in the arm and not a life threatening part of me. And now, I was getting ready to start a new day as a new advisor to Prince Dominic Direken.

I was no longer surprised to see Irene sitting in the passenger seat. I opened the back door and got in. The car slowly merged into the traffic. Bryce had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window. He glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "How's that kid under your command doing?" "He's a hidden gem," I replied without looking up from my phone. Bryce pursed his lips, feeling a bit annoyed. Ever since he transferred me to NOBLE Entertainment, I had grown wings and no longer took him seriously.

“I hope you’re right.” “I’m sure I am.” “Where’s your daughter?” “Bree will be home soon. She’s been staying with my parents for a while. It’s been hard on her since her mother left.” “Will the fact that I’m here make things harder for her because I don’t want that?” I turn to see Bryce lower his head and smile. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing,” He responds as he lifts his head. When he does, I can see that his eyes are glistening from unshed tears.

the boy cries out and jumps over a wave. They really are amazing. Both of them. I want to have them. I want to know them. With a strength I didn’t know I possess I force myself to sit up and hop off the altar. Through bleary eyes, I stare at Flora. “I have to find Bryce.” My tongue feels heavy, my voice is thick and sounds like it’s coming from far away. “Yes,” Flora agrees. “If he doesn’t die, this will never end. Focus on him.”

The higher you soared, the harder the fall. It was Friday, and I had been sitting in Bryce’s office. He was built like a block, solid, almost square with heavy shoulders and a thick bull neck. He looked far more like a retired boxer than a brain surgeon. Bryce motioned for me to sit on the examination table, then rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were thick and tanned—the kind that explained how he could fire a tennis ball like an Exocet missile. Playing tennis with Bryce had always been eighty percent pain. Everything he hit came back like a weapon, aimed straight at your body. Even with an open court, he still tried to blast the ball through you.