Hana Brady Novels & Stories

Their leader, the bastard, stood in human form, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them. Ariana, who looked down at her feet, avoided looking at her daughter as the men walked toward us, fighting to grab her. I growled, wanting to fight only for him to grab me by my head and literally throw me back on the wall. My heart raced, and fighting, Katerina tried pulling away from one of the men whose arms tightened around her. Alexander sped toward them only to freeze when he was staked in his chest, causing Caterina to cry out. She went to approach him, wanting to pull the stake out only for the man who had her in his arms to snap her neck, causing her body to drop. My heart raced, and

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

One that I grew too used to being around me to want to lose. “He is. The fact that you are going to go home, it means that he is going to go with you too. You have his bracelet, and you are going to be wearing it, you are going to be strong as you do as well.” Lea said, and I smiled. My chest ached, and knowing that things were going to be different now didn’t make things any better for me. Actually, it made them a little difficult.

I couldn’t tolerate any more silence, so I finally decide to speak, "Are you fired?" Drake looks at me strangely as he shakes his head, "I am shifted to 'P' building." Oh, but nobody from this office has ever transferred there. I look down at the papers, Drake's last name is also Damison. Maybe he is a close relative, that's why he is promoted there. Everybody stares at us as we walk towards my table, Drake starts to put my things in a cardboard box. He takes the calendar in his hand and says, "Hey Buddy, you said you have an extra. Can I have it?"

t-shirt throw on my boots and head out the door. The sun was setting when I drove my 87 Dodge pickup into the parking lot of Sherry’s bar. A little hole in the wall bar at the edge of a small town of only about eight thousand people. There is a small grocery store, two crappy motels, a small clinic, a K-12 school, and Sherry’s bar. I get out of the truck and notice a familiar car in the parking lot of the motel across the street. One whiff in that direction and I know its her. She walks out of the lobby, and I watch her walk over to her car grab her bag and walk around to the back side of the motel. “Dang, Gabe you sure are happy to see me.” Joe, the short order cook says through his wi

"She's part of our team." Walter raised an eyebrow. "The newbie has teeth. I like it." "We still need one more," Axel said. "Any ideas?" As if on cue, a guy stumbled over to us. He was tall, gangly, with red hair and a grin that was way too friendly for someone who was dead. "Hey! You guys need a seventh? I'm Brady. Brady O'Neil. I'm great at not dying. Well, except for that one time, obviously, but that doesn't count."

Even though, they are legally married they never had an intimate relationship. "Why did you choose to dare? Don't tell me you wanted this..." His anger converted into amusement. 'You too Brutus' was all Hannah could think after seeing him. "I had no idea they would give such a.... dare." Her words came out like a whisper. "What am I going to do with you?" He sighed. "Let's do it immediately and get away." He did not like to be the center of attention of so many people at least at this moment. Hannah could not even nod her head. She sat there like a statue. His hand that was resting on her belly travelled up towards the back of her neck to gain an access. Hannah was still thinking of a way to

"I live here. And who are you?" "My name is Abra. I came to see Mariano." She answered. Well, she didn't seem as bitchy as she looked. A bra had come to see Mariano. "Yes, I know its a funny name." She confessed. "Its Italian." I stifled a laugh. "I don't know where he is." I said. "Meela said he's gone to get more ice cream. Since when does he like ice cream?" She must be really close to Mariano to be on first name basis with Meela and Linda.