Novel & Cerita Master Frown X Brock

He said it so calmly he might as well have been asking about the weather. "I beg your pardon?" Sarah's hand went to her chest, and her face took on that hard look that Kerry remembered only too well. It's the one she used when she was getting ready to tear into someone. "Pretty sure you heard me, now why don't you take your fake tits and your even faker attitude back over there, where you came from? And tell the others at your table they can fuck off too." "Well, I never...." Sarah puffed up like a bullfrog, ready to spew her special brand of venom, but she was cut short by the master before she could.

Brock’s taller and more built, his wavy brown hair is longer, and the most notable difference is the devious smile that this other guy is sporting- I haven’t seen Brock smile yet, but with his prickly demeanor, I’m guessing it isn’t a regular occurrence. The second guy doesn’t appear to be related to Brock and guy number one, but he’s handsome in his own right- buzzed dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a killer body. His smile is so warm; it’s one of those smiles that has a way of immediately putting you at ease. My eyes slide between the two guys as they come closer, and I suddenly feel like I need to do a drool check. “This is Brent and Jared,” Brock grumbles, gesturing to the two of them. “M

"Mr. Summer! She hit me!" Brock was already furious. Seeing that Frank was bent on causing further trouble, he barked, "Get him!" The security guards promptly charged at Frank, but he did not hold back as he floored each of them with a single punch, breaking limbs and leaving them howling in pain! "No!" Marian screamed, surprised that Frank was that strong. Even as she quickly hid behind Brock in fear, Frank turned toward them with an icy glare. That look in his eyes terrified Brock, and he gulped even as he stammered, "W-What do you think you're… doing? If… If you lay a finger on me… I… I will make you suffer!"

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

His arms dropped and they both stood there, looking lost in thought. Brock looked shocked "What are you doing, hold him so I can fuck him up." I looked at Brock and laughed. "You don't understand, do you? You fucked up mister star quarterback. I'm in charge here. You want someone to become a cum slut? I agree the football team needs a cum slut." I looked at the two linebackers standing on either side of me. "Carl, Rick. Why don't the two of you drag Brock here into the locker room and... What was it you said Brock? Fuck him until he's begging you to use him like a cum slut. When you're done make sure you share him with the whole team." His two 'friends' grabbed him and started dragging him t

Myron's POV Ross's scream still echoed in my ears as the medics carried him away. Through the bond, I felt every spike of agony from his shattered leg and the fury that came with it burned white hot in my chest. "I am next," I said and stepped into the circle before anyone could object. My hands trembled but not from fear. From rage. Torvin wiped Ross's blood from his knuckles and smiled. "Two brothers. Same predictable fighting style. This will be quick."

“You don’t get to be loud. Not after crawling through my room like a little brat.” Smack! He spanked her other ass cheeks, and she jerked— her breath hitching. “Ah—Master—!” “What were you looking for?” His voice stayed cold. Sharp. “I—I-ah—I was just—” Smack! Smack! He didn’t wait. He didn’t let her think. He just landed two smacks on her right and left ass cheeks simultaneously. “Don’t play stupid,” he said, dragging his fingers over the sting on her skin. “You know why you’re here.”

LANEY "I can't believe you are officially twenty one we going to get shit faced tonight "my friend Alison says "bitch I can't wait I even want to get laid "so you climbing that chocolate mountain tonight ?"she asks wiggling her brows I smile "yes we have been going out for two months already I need it " she laughs while I put on the final touch ups on my make up. A knock comes at my bedroom door "come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e