I'm Still Standing Bruno Novels & Stories

Bruno stood in front of the couch, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "You're back," Lizzie's voice trembled slightly, she instinctively took a step back. "Don't you want to see me come back?" Bruno took a step closer. Lizzie shook her head, "No, I didn't mean that." With such a huge scandal, it would be strange if he didn't come back. Bruno stood in front of her, raising his hand, "Are you going to hit me?" Lizzie frowned, fear in her eyes.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I sidestepped him and ran toward the group of people leaving the tennis courts. Jedediah instinctively raised his hand, then stopped himself mid-motion. At 6'2", Bruno stood out in the crowd. He was walking at the back, his hair a little long, casually tied back. His forehead was damp with sweat, and he casually ran his fingers through it, revealing his delicate features. But his expression was cold, giving off an unapproachable vibe. Except during tennis practice, no one really wanted to walk next to him.

“No moping around.” I blinked. “What?” “Confidence and strength,” he said simply. “Don’t let them see you slip. Ever. A weakling is a prey. And I don’t date preys.” I snorted. “Oh, please. You sound like a motivational poster.” His lips curved, faint but undeniable. “Then maybe it’s working.” I glared at him, but before I could respond, a flash of movement caught my eye. Bruno. He stood just inside the café, his jaw tight, his posture rigid. His gaze locked on me, then flicked to Adrian, and I swear I saw his ego crack right there in the middle of the room.

I hear Rob say. “You’ve fucked up, man!” Bruno laughs. “You’re being hysterical!” Rob rushes over to me and helps me stand up. I feel a throbbing in the back of my head. Holy shit, he packs a punch. “Are you okay?” Rob says to me. “Yes.” He turns to Bruno. “What is wrong with you?” Bruno is making his way back to the couch where he sits back and takes hold of his phone. “Stop acting like a bitch. It was just one smack.”

He hung up and threw his clothes back on, grabbing his keys, wallet, and gun he headed out of the suite and down the stairs to meet Bruno. They reached the hospital where he found Jonathan in the waiting area. “Any word?” “He’s still in surgery.” Stavros took his seat and introduced Bruno to Jonathan and myself to the guy that accompanied him. “Hi, I am Stavros Karno, and this is our best warrior and best friend of Analina’s Bruno.” “Hi.” Bruno said as he went over to shake their hands. “I remember Bruno, we sort off grew up together. This is Brison.” “Hello.” He said and went over to shake his and Bruno’s hand. “So, you’re that bitches best friend, how is that possible?’ “DON’T CALL HER A B

Someone scuffs as others join in. “This is war,” Others roll their eyes, looking between them. These things happen.” “These things?” I repeat as the door opens—a flash of red darts from the door to cling to the side. Why, that’s Bruno. I watch him curiously slip from the side to crunch down behind a pillar. He thoroughly covers himself in the fixture before I see his head peek out. He peers half of his face out as if to watch. What is he doing? “I understand you are upset, but Her Empress is too sensitive. This is why women shouldn’t-”

Xavier’s glare had been ice cold this morning, and Rolex wasn’t much better. Clutching the container, I turned toward the school and walked away, willing myself not to look back. But I couldn’t help it. The moment I reached the steps, I glanced over my shoulder, curiosity and unease twisting together in my gut. My stepbrothers were still there, standing by the car. But they weren’t looking at me anymore. They were talking to Tristan. The sight stopped me in my tracks. Rolex stood stiff and tense, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned toward Tristan, speaking low and deliberate. Xavier stood a step back, his expression carved from stone, his eyes narrowing as he watched every move Tris

My heels click against the tiles. I glance over my shoulder one last time before we disappear into the garage, and I see Yubi still sitting there, holding Chanel like she’s afraid to move. Her eyes follow us. I can feel it from here. I turn back to Trey, stepping closer. “Come on, we’ll get this done faster together,” I say.

Rita’s voice cracked in confusion. But Brandon didn’t look at her. His eyes were still locked on me. Like I was the only one that existed in the world right then. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just stood there, holding the jacket out like he had all the time in the world. I stood still, my body trembling slightly. Part of me wanted to accept his jacket. But the other part didn’t trust him. Not when I still didn’t know if he was the one behind the photo.

, Bruno whooped waving his arms in the air. He pulled his shirt over his head, running off with Casano who was already in his beach wears.