Mj The Brat Novels & Stories

Why'd Ashley have to sound so much like her? He gritted his teeth as memories started flowing in. "Ryan! C'mon! Let's play superhero again!" Rita said as she barged into his rather large bedroom. Ryan rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of his blanket. "It's 7:13am Rita!" he complained to his big sister. Rita laughed, "Yeah, and I'm 15!" He looked rather displeased, "You don't need to tell me your age, I already know it." She laughed again and ruffled his hair, "Sorry, I thought we were stating the obvious."

“November? Jennie? Is the game over?” They turned to the boys; both of them had already worn pants. One of them walked towards Kai and handed him his pants. One of them has a mohawk hairstyle they call Aidan while the other had dark hair he put up to a ponytail. His name is Eldric. Jennie is annoyed enough, “Kai broke the rules! It’s supposed to hide and seek, not attack it!” November nods as she dusts her white dress. While the rest of the kids looked confused and indifferent.

June suggested, and MJ silently agreed with her. Lolitta Leibrandt was one of her brother’s and Logan Parker’s best friends and she knew MJ from high school. If she was coming back on Monday, she was definitely going to blow MJ Billings’ cover.

TARDINESS was one of the negative traits that don't exist in his vocabulary. Nevertheless, Ira Miguel had to break his rule because of the annoying traffic jam. He could've requested his driver to give them a ride because the latter had better knowledge of shortcuts, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Sukrru needed to prepare for his daughter's eighteenth birthday celebration tonight. So off they go.

[NIGHTS WITH MY STEPBROTHER] PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 WARNING: This book is extremely rated because it has explicit scenes and highly matured content. If you aren’t a fan of smut, you can skip the story. ************ Jesse Bridgeton wanted to remain chaste even though she is surrounded by friends who love to play wild, she gets along with her friends well until the topic of sex come in. She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise.

Brushing my hand against the bed, I quickly rose to my feet and turned around, my eyes that once snapped open suddenly blinking in disbelief. “Here, you dropped this.” Stretched towards me, was my familiar bubble gum chapstick. But that was far from being the reason for my surprise. Grayson, my mate and stepbrother to be was in my room, standing barely five inches away from his arms stretched towards me, his fingers wrapped around my favorite chapstick.

“You may not know who Misha is but I do," Nikoli told her. "We came of age together in Moscow. His father Sergi tutored us both into the Bratva. We all came over to America at the same time. Yuri and the others know him as well.” “What are you saying?” Raven asked.

"From our women's reunion. Have you forgotten I told you I would be going there tod..." The girl didn't have the chance to complete her sentence because the slap that cut across the upper section of her face makes her burst into tears. Miguel Braxton a twenty-nine-year-old lunatic, drunkard, and good for nothing young wreck. Tall, slim with an average pot belly of a rich man but with an ugly stinking breathe, not to talk of his stinking breathe filled with tobacco. His dirty blonde hair cut across his nape as he shuffled his hair ruefully with his hands.

“Bug guess what? You know what nevermind Bradley is coming home next month.” I feel like for the first time in a long time a genuine smile crosses my lips. Bradley is a little over a year younger than me and is one of my best friends. Well until he left to train with the hunters being half wolf and half hunter and me leaving to make the biggest mistake in my whole life. Despite all that I am happy to see him. “Aunt Evie, you and Erik must be so happy.” “We are and Paxton is excited to have his brother back and of course you must be excited to have your best friend home.”

His eyelids closed, his dark long dreadlocks were damp over his forehead and his hands crossed over his chest. "Where are you heading to with that thing, little brat?” He drawled tiredly without opening his eyes. Cherry pouted with a frown on her face. "I'm not a brat. Don't call me a brat again or else I will tell my daddy and he won't take it lightly with you,” Cherry warned in her tiny voice. The man scoffed with a sneer on his lips. "Listen to the amount of trash you're spouting and yet you say you're not a little brat? Perhaps you are a…” He was about to say when his ears twitched.