Icarly Brad Novels & Stories

They agreed and one after the other they started to gather their stuff to leave, but Brad didn't notice, because he was already rushing out the door and straight to the restroom. When he got back to his office, he groaned as he found his siblings waiting for him there. Lewis guffawed when he noticed him. Lana followed him as he walked towards his seat. "Brad? Are you okay?" Before Brad could answer, Lewis cut in, "Of course, he's not okay," he said in a serious tone and then started laughing again. "You should have heard the way his fart blasted the whole place." Brad shot him a murder glare. And so did Lana.

“I know but I will prefer to call you ‘Nic’ just like I did earlier on. I hope that's cool with you?” I blinked and smiled simultaneously. “Sure, it's fine but it reminds me a lot about something and i wouldn't want to talk about it now because it's kinda all lost memory now.” He smiled in return. “It's ok.” And before he could say or do any other thing, I chipped in. “I already know you’re Brad- our star quarterback. The Heisman winner. The guy who basically humiliated the Skyblazers today.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’ve made an impression.”

Let me hope he is truly being generous and he doesn't expect anything from me. "Am Elena " I say simply. "What a very nice name " he complements. I don't know what is wrong with me and being complemented these days. "By the way I am Brad " he says. "So stop that act of calling me sir, it makes me look so old. I am only 25 years old " he adds. I still just cannot believe that they are brothers, he seems to be the total opposite if his brother. The other is nothing like kind to any one.

But Cal has already beaten me to it. "Ow! Dude! How many times do I have to tell you that you're not allowed to do that? That's Ari's job." Brad whines, rubbing the back of his neck. My eyes narrow at the gigantic bracelet he's wearing, one clearly meant for a girl. But I don't comment. Whatever new fashion statement their company is coming up with these days, Brad clearly love sit. I scoff, "Because I have small hands and won't make much damage?" "Exactly, " Brad says, then grabs my arm, "Now, come with me."

Braden. Braden Cole was the star quarterback. He was six foot three and built like a fucking tank. Broad shoulders, massive chest, thick arms, and a waist that tapered down to a hard stomach. He had dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone. Every girl on campus wanted him. He was dating the head cheerleader, a hot blonde named Tiffany. But after practice, when the rest of the team hit the showers and left, Braden didn't go home to Tiffany. He stayed. And Jake got on his knees like a good little bitch.

He was tall, probably in college, with the kind of confident smile that suggested he thought he was more charming than he actually was. "Do I?" I asked, taking a step back. He followed, closing the distance again. "Yeah, definitely. You go to Westfield?" "I do." "Thought so. I'm Brad. I graduated last year, but I know I've seen you around." His eyes traveled up and down my body in a way that made my skin crawl. "You're not exactly forgettable." "Thanks," I said flatly, looking around for an escape route. "You want to get some air? It's pretty crowded in here."

“My name is Hayden.” They both replied. “I’m the eldest”, Jayden added. The two boys shook their heads frowning. “You keep telling everyone we meet!!”, they both said and I swung my head back laughing. For the second time today. “Is it true that you’re Uncle Karl’s brother?”, the one who said his name was Braden asked. I nodded. “Yes.” Their faces brightened up as they all grinned from ear to ear. “Are you as cool as Uncle Karl?”, the one named Hayden moved closer to me as he whispered.

He walked towards his car and drove away, he heard Kyle was back so he planned to complete his sister’s revenge then his dad’s, and finally his. ** In Brad’s school, he was chosen to act in the role of Father Christmas in the show. He was so excited and walked to his classroom when he heard some kids talking about him. ‘My mom told me that the less fortunate always get pitied,’ a little girl said. ‘So you are saying he got chosen as Father Christmas because he has no dad and the teacher is feeling pity for him?’ the other kids asked then laughed loudly. ‘Stop talking behind him, or I will kick your butts’ a little girl called Lily approached them angrily. Lily was Linda’s baby and she was Br

"Make sure to let me finish him. No one should scare our mate." He gave me a subtle nod before heading out to track down the perpetrator who dared to threaten our beloved. With Brad on the job, I could relax. He was reliable, dependable, and he always delivered. Brad is our pack's information technology expert, and he's incredibly gifted. Of all of us, he has the most self-control. Some people might call him emotionless, but he's anything but. In fact, I think he has the strongest spirit among us - he just doesn't express it openly. He's two years older than me, at 22, and he has multiple college and university degrees. He appears to enjoy going to school.

And I was thankful for it. “Barb, why don’t you eat more? We have some more work to do after this when we get back to New York,” Carol said as I was smiling weakly at her. “I don’t think I can eat more. Thank you though,” I said before Carol looked at me and continued to chat with Adam before I saw a familiar car outside the restaurant. My eyes wide with recognition when Brad got out with his sunglasses on. He looked like a Greek god. My stomach was turning upside down and it was not from nervousness. No, it was something else as I was breathing hard.