Flipped Bryce Novels & Stories

Elder Remus said and raised his hand in front of Bryce. Bryce immediately gave him a high five, “Go get your bag!” Elder Remus said, and Bryce ran into their room. “Be careful!” Stella told him. Bryce left their room while carrying his backpack. “You are ready, huh!” Elder Remus said and held Bryce’s hand. “Enjoy!” He added while looking at Stella.

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.

But she didn't need to intervene. Bryce moved with a speed that made the "golden retriever" jokes irrelevant. He didn't shift; he simply tackled the two messengers mid-air, his tanned arms corded with muscle as he slammed them into the asphalt. When the third messenger tried to cast a sleep spell on Jackie, Bryce threw himself in front of her, taking the magical blast to his shoulder. He didn't fall; he roared, the sound echoing off the restaurant walls, and backhanded the witch with enough force to shatter her mask.

His flaccid dick is beginning to harden in me. "Damn," I whisper in awe. "You have no idea," Bryce answers. It is going to be a fun night!

Bryce bowed slightly at me, "Hello Mrs. Arnold." I flinched a bit because of his actions. I'm sure I will never be getting used to this. "Hello, Bryce." I smiled at him. Watching them stand together, I could have sworn they were brothers. Both men looked equally graceful and sophisticated and held their shoulders high as elites. But they weren't brothers, Bryce was Eric's assistant, which made me wonder why I had never seen him until today. Wasn't an assistant supposed to stick with his boss wherever?

And it was better because we girls were not in a mood to chat with them. That night Stacey told us about her brother. Her brother was 10 years older than herself. He too was a head boy at Camp Atlantis. Even though he was an excellent rider he had been killed in a bike crash. But later on, Stacey's parents have found the blackmail letters sent by BM. With all these things they suspect that BM had killed her brother. “Do you guys understand what I’m saying?. This is why I’m saying Amy and Zayn are in extreme danger.

"Tia! Wake up! What the fuck have you done to her?!" Bryce didn't even flinch at the violent outburst. He simply stopped in the middle of the floor, adjusted Tiana’s weight on his shoulder with a sickeningly possessive grip, and rolled his icy blue eyes. "Oh, shut your pathetic pie hole," Bryce snarled, his voice dripping with absolute, venomous disdain as he looked down at my best friend. "She won’t wake up for ages. The sedative I slipped into her beer was more than strong enough. And she certainly isn't staying out here in the dirt with you anyway."

Bryce went online to check what Devon was talking about. "Gosh!" he said staring at the images of himself surrounded by three girls in a bar. He dialled Martin's number and waited for him to answer. "Martin, I believe your eyes are functioning," Bryce said on the call as soon as it was connected. "Yes, Sir," Martin replied knowing exactly what Bryce was talking about. "Deal with it before you lose your position," Bryce said and ended the call. Bryce got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he entered the shower room and stood under the shower. He allowed the water to flow down his body. When he shut his eyes, images of Angela flashed in his mind.

“I don’t care.” “He grew up with Jessica Alex, he can easily get inside.” “I said no!” Bryce rubbed his temples. “Alex…” “He molested Henry.” I gritted my teeth. The room fell deathly silent. Even Carter on the side released a heavy sigh. Bryce hearing this let out an awkward laugh. “…About that…” I slowly turned toward him. My eyes were already glowing faintly from anger. Just hearing that idiot’s name is making my blood boil. “He was drunk.” Bryce raised both hands defensively. “He really was. He barely remembers anything after his third bottle.”

Brawl? Yeah, right! Bryce would probably mash me like a potato. Have you seen those muscles? Thankfully, though, Bryce had other things in mind; he had his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. Remind me why I was still here again? "I could give you a little drama if you want." And yeah, now he was shoving his tongue down her throat – which was totally cool, because I definitely didn't feel like prying his lips off hers with a plier. And I most definitely didn't think of shaving his eye brows off. I instead looked away, not really wanting to keep watching the scene unfold. I wondered if I should inform them I was leaving, or just leave. Let me see, just leaving meant I won't di