Master Frown X Brock Novels & Stories

"No problem. The more the merrier. I'll bring Frank too. I think it's time you met him anyways," "Great. See you tomorrow then, said Sasha, as she got out of the car and headed into her apartment. —------------ Tilly and Frank picked Sasha up from her apartment the following evening and Tilly introduced Frank to Sasha. Sasha shook his head and smiled politely at him. He was exactly Tilly's type. Tall, dark, and handsome. "It's very nice to meet you," she told him, "I've heard so much about you," Frank grinned, "Is that so?" he asked, smiling at Tilly, "Good things I hope" he added,

“The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –” “Stop it!” Bruce snapped. He dropped ice into a glass. Christopher and Trevor laughed. “All right, play the audio that says Story Time with Mistress B,” Trevor said as he leaned over the laptop.

But that was her fucking problem, not mine. In a split second, Marcus was on me, shoving my shoulder as he pushed me out the door. "Are you fucking insane!?" he yelled again, slamming it shut behind us. I shoved his hands off me, my jaw tightening. He was practically radiating with rage. The corner of my lips pulled up into a amused smirk, “Well, that was intense. Its not very often I get to see my brother fucking his stepsister.” He almost exploded again, his eyes wide, chest heaving, fists clenched.

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a heavy slap landed on his cheek which sent his head to the side. ‘Damn!’ Christian cursed under his breath as a shocked expression settled on his face. "I have been waiting a long time to do that, you fucking asshole!" Mabel gritted her teeth. The nice act that Brooker had been putting up finally broke and a murderous expression appeared on his face. Without thinking twice, he raised his hand to hit Mabel back. She gasped and closed her eyes waiting to feel the impact. However, a few seconds passed and she didn't feel any pain on her cheek.

"Step. She's my step-sister. There's a difference which you'd know if you didn't skip classes chasing after girls who don't want you." Oh, damn. Where was this attitude whenever we argued? Brock blinked awkwardly, opening his mouth with a speechless expression. However, he soon closed his mouth and gritted his teeth as he walked up to Kieran. "Why don't you say that to my face? H–" The moment he got a few feet away from Kieran, however, the latter gave him an uppercut, sending him falling to the ground. The punch was so strong that it knocked Brock unconscious. I couldn't believe it...

A small moan escaped my lips. “Fuck, Alessia,” he muttered, forehead almost touching mine. His control was cracking fast. I could see the war in his eyes. Loyalty to my brother fighting against the need to claim me. I rolled my hips slowly against him, grinding just enough to feel his thick cock twitch. “Stop fighting it. I can feel how bad you want me too.” His other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my long hair. He tilted my head back, eyes locked on my lips. The booth felt like it was on fire. The muffled bass from the club vibrated through the walls.

“That doesn’t mean I should leave dried blood on your face like you’re some reckless pup fresh from his first fight.” Theo shot him a look, but it lacked its usual bite as Armad caught his chin firmly this time and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Theo’s lip was split deep enough to sting with every movement. “You had no right,” Armad said quietly. Theo let out a dry laugh that turned into a wince halfway through. “No right to stop my brother from beating his mate?” Armad’s hand stilled for a fraction of a second. “She is his mate,” he said carefully.

******* "Do you think I don't know? You really deserve it though" ***** "I won't hesitate to kill you if you dare come anywhere closer to my wife!" He said laughing. What's wrong with this two? Threatening each other and still laughing? ******* "I'm sorry too Man" ******* "Yeah sure, how about today? We can meet at the same place right?" ******** "Sure..." ********* "Don't you dare Bro!" "Bro?! Like seriously?! After a punch?" I thought rolling my eyes. "Okay bye. Take care" ****** "What?! No way! I got to delete your contact from her phone now...I mean, right now".

But I could never trust them again. "Tell me how you knocked me unconscious, then maybe I will be willing to work with you." I saw Master stiffen as Drake turned on him, his face filled with rage. The dark storm brewed angrily in his eyes as he stared him down. Was this not mentioned to Drake? How interesting that they would keep this from him. Assessing the relationship, it looked like Drake was in charge and not actually the Master. Master, was much like the Henchman. An actual henchman. So what was really behind this group that they worked so hard to form? "You what?" Drake spat angrily. I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me.