Master Frown X Brock Novels & Stories

answered the doctor politely, they knew that what they were treating was a friend of the grandson of the owner of this hospital, and this child's father was the head of the mafia which made their guts shrink. But then suddenly, Brak. The sound of the door being kicked loudly revealed a little girl wearing a middle school uniform. The clothes he was wearing looked dirty as if he had fallen, some wounds had been treated on his forehead, hands, and knees, and his face also looked puffy from crying. But that messy appearance couldn't hide her cute face in the slightest. "Hey, you're already big, you just want to get an injection and scream like that, you're the stupid one, not them, you childish

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.

I guess in a way, he did. The ref calls us to the center, where we touch fists, since neither of us is wearing gloves. He goes over the rules, but we’re not listening. Brock is staring down at the marks Cassandra left on me, and I’m getting in his head. “Tell me, Brock, are you pissed that I got her first?” I ask as I lean in close, “Or because you can see how much she liked it?” “Fuck you,” he hisses as he lunges and the fight begins.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Misha replied pleasantly, addressing Brock formally by both name and title. The group held their collective breath. “Oh, please don’t be alarmed. I make it my business to know my enemies.” Brock took a step forward. “Be patient, Beta Brock, you and I can dance whenever, but today, I think I am still needed,” he said coyly, winking at the pack Beta. He released Marian’s arm and stepped backward playfully. However, he did not step behind Marian. He promptly stepped in front of her, his eyes and face hardening as he stared down the pack Beta.

He said as he threw the hanky in the dustbin and made a disgusted face as if he was disgusted by Brock’s very own existence. “What the fuck is going on there!” Brock exclaimed as he looked at representative George and said, “George! What in the world is going on? How can they win like that?” He asked and then looked at Edmund and walked to him, but the moment he did, Edmund took a step back and said, “I heard you spit while talking,” He said that with a very straight face that made almost all of the shareholders crack out in laughter, that made Brock even madder but he just could not show that to Emdund, he just could not afford to make Edmund mad, so he himself took some steps back and said

He narrowed his dark eyes, tracking the disruption. Though his classic features remained calm, the scent of pure, sharp impatience radiated from his aura, putting every wolf on edge. He locked his gaze onto our locked forms, his voice falling like stone. “What base pack friction dares to disrupt the labor of my shears?” Seeing the master step into the fray, Rosa immediately altered her strategy, forcing a flood of false tears into her eyes as she turned her face toward his position. “Master Draco, Brooke Lawson is attempting to dismantle my reputation and brand me a criminal before the entire guild!”

Jaylen's POV I've never been so proud of Brock in the entirety of my life but right now, he's the best. We might not be friends but then what he said now made him want to kiss his feet. "I have more your highness" another conniving voice shouted. He then walked to the middle where he could be seen. I know the guy. He's a painter who uses reality as what he paints. He moves about most times with a camera. "Who are you?" Brock asked.

I roared, Bruno injecting his command into the words and making the lesser beasts bow their heads. “You weak runts!” Nico barked, frustrated with his men. “If you cannot follow your alpha's demands then you had better find yourself another pack.” Enzo smacked a warrior on the back of the man's head as he walked past him, heading toward me. “I'll take you on, Alpha.” I smiled with anticipation, a desire to knock the pain in my arse down a peg or two becoming overwhelming. He had started to irritate me more lately, and if I were to be honest with myself, I had to admit that it was purely because of his relationship with Eliana.

I giggled and felt amused when his face contorted to a frown. "Stop calling me that, I'm supposed to be the big bro" he said annoyed and I laughed, motioning for him to take my hand which he slapped before getting up on his feet on his own. "Brock. Your brother's name is Brock. Remember that," he grumbled and reached out to shuffle my hair, making me grunt in annoyance. I looked up but my vision started to blur and the world suddenly started to darken.