Mj The Brat Novels & Stories

I want to be able to have a family of my own in the future. My brother Scott turned into one, when he reached 21 years old. He is married and have a 10 months old baby girl. He will turned his wife into a vampire when the baby is a year old. Penelope is really sweet. They're both so cheesy it makes me gag. And yes, papá Nix, made my brother freeze his swimmers. "Munchkin, breakfast is ready." I turned to see my brother. "You're back!" I jumped in his arms and hugged him. "I missed you, you doof."

Yet, Don didn't show any sign of disgust as he leaned closer to hear what I was trying to say. I used up all of my strength and said as clearly as possible, "My name is… Sirena Cabrera, and I am El Capo Lopez's wife…"

Zayn POV I got even angrier. How could he do this? I had reminded him for weeks. MMB was my favorite cartoon, and they were doing a live show in New York for one night only and he forgot. I turned toward Mom, who was sitting on the couch watching me carefully. “Mom, please take me,” I begged. “Please. It’ll be over before Dad gets back.” “But your father said….” “No, Mom!” I cut her off. “I want to go!”

It didn’t matter. ---FLASHBACK There had been a playoff in school—Draycott High, my school, against Chastity Verse, another school. And when I knew who was on the team, I fucking lost it. Everyone knew who Soren Gregory was. Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high.

If they wanted me dead, I'd be buried already. Late afternoon the bite happens. I’m crouched near the art station helping a curly-haired boy named Milo glue googly eyes onto what I think is supposed to be a turtle, when something sharp sinks into my wrist. “Jesus CHRIST!” I jerk back so fast I fall on my ass. Attached to my arm like a rabid raccoon is Mason. Tiny blond terror. Four years old. Freckles. Suspiciously intense eye contact. And the jaw strength of a crocodile.

“ you are being a cute little brat Miss Townsend “ Me? A brat ? “ I’m not a brat “ I yelled in his face He didn’t respond, he removes his wrist watch calmly, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt showing the ink that is so spread across his arm , he walked to the bar and poured two cup of whiskey, he gave me a cup which a down quickly in anger …A very bad idea I chocked on the hot drink and started coughing, his expression soften “ you don’t down a glass of whiskey love “ he poured me another glass “ here , don’t rush drink it softly “ I cradled the glass with my two hand and took a sip , I didn’t look at him I am too embarrassed about choking on the whiskey “I’m older, it’s impossible for me t

' He chuckled. “Easy your face! You have to meet Janet this week!” I commanded him. ‘Why? Are you joining the meeting?’ He asked me. “I am not available. I’m busy.” I told him. 'Sorry, baby girl, but I’m also not available.' "BRYAN JAMES LEE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING NOW?!" I shouted at him. He then laughed so loud. ‘I am not doing anything, baby girl.’ “Bryan, why are you making this hard on me?” I asked him.

They snuggled at me. I grinned at them before standing up and leaving them. I went to the front of the house and was about to open the door when I heard grandma's loud voice. Not even once have I heard him raise his voice and feel his intense nervousness. These people were intimidating my grandmother! Who are they? "He's underage!" My hand was shaking in front of the door handle, I wanted to go face those people together and help grandma but I couldn't move my body anymore. Are they talking about me?

Nova I was on the floor again. Not crying or anything. Just sitting there with my back against the wall, legs stretched out, and my textbook open but untouched beside me. I was supposed to be reading for my test next week, but of course, I wasn’t. I had my phone in my hand, eyes staring at the message Maya had just sent. No words. Just a video and that one wide-eye emoji. I already knew it was going to be nonsense. I pressed play.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.