Master Frown X Brock Novels & Stories

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

He took a slow drag, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the cold air. "Did you hear me?!" Giovanni screamed, thrashing in the chair, his pride warring with his rising terror. "I'm going to kill you for this!" A dark smirk played on Sebastian’s lips. He stepped forward and drove his fist straight into Giovanni’s face. The wet crunch of bone echoed in the empty room. Giovanni’s head whipped violently to the side. Sebastian grabbed a thick fistful of the Italian's hair, yanking his head back sharply to force him to look up.

He raised his hand indicating me to stop speaking "No I don't want to hear a word. Get out. JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" "Adam, no, please," I begged him. "Please, Adam, I love you," I whispered. Something snapped inside him when I said those words. He walked towards me and slapped me right across my face. End of flashback __________________ I shot up in a sitting position with a hand on my cheek. My dog Bruce was barking near my bed. He stopped at once when he saw I was up. I ran a hand through my messy brown hair. My body was completely drenched in sweat. I huffed.

"Crocs, Bri. On a first date. To a steakhouse." "Maybe he's just confident." I took another sip of my drink, enjoying the pleasant buzz humming through my veins. "Confidence is one thing. Crocs are a war crime." She paused mid-sip, her expression shifting. The amusement drained from her face as her eyes focused on something behind my shoulder. "You've got to be kidding me." "What?" I twisted in my seat. My stomach dropped.

He suddenly raised his voice as he shouted, "Brat! You're just looking to die!" Fane raised an eyebrow, "This is just basic manners. I don't know who you are, so why do I have to answer you the moment I meet you? If you want an answer, you should answer my question first." Brock was so angry his veins were starting to pop out. He clenched his teeth as he said, "Kent! This guy is just looking for trouble! I don't care anymore–I want to beat him up and show him how strong we are before anything else!”

This was better she could taste the sweet, but a little sour flavour, it tasted nice to Melissa. Brock whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck so hard you’ll forget your own name.” Melissa grinned she liked this and knew Brock was capable of doing so. He’d been holding back due to her inexperience. But now he wanted to show her all of himself. The fact he liked to control women in bed.

Certain that he was getting what he wanted, Brock smiled in satisfaction. He believed that 100 thousand was enough to make Austin change his mind. Brock did not think much of Austin's request. He walked over to Austin and patted the latter on the shoulder. "We're all friends here. I've always considered myself something of an older brother to you. You don't need to thank me. All you need to do is—" Before Brock could finish his sentence, Austin had punched him in the face. Brock howled in agony and backed away while clutching his face. Blood was dripping from his fingers.

“It’s just a broken arm. Don’t be a baby.” Brock gives me a wary look, jaw clenched. He knows I’m not myself, but pride pushes him forward. He throws a punch with his good arm, I duck and deliver a brutal uppercut, my knuckles connecting perfectly with his jaw. He hits the ground hard. Still, it’s not enough. My rage roars to the surface, swallowing me whole. I drop down and keep hitting him, one punch, then another, and another, until my fists are bloodied and Brock’s face is almost unrecognizable.

Was he really doing it right? “Let me see what you've got with your mouth,” Dom mumbled. This time, he had his eyes locked on Bryce's pale face. Bryce halted with the stroking, his heart burning up with the fear of not being able to please Dom tonight, and resumed giving his master a mouth job, not without a similar shame to their previous encounter, and a determination to prove Dom wrong.

"Take care of this." Brock stepped forward, his face a mask of cold fury. With a single, swift motion, he punched the rogue in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. The rogue let out a howl of pain, but Brock didn't stop there. He knelt down, his eyes locked with the rogue's, and with a swift movement, he dug his fingers into the rogue's eyes. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the room, followed by a deafening silence. The rogue slumped to the ground, his body convulsing.