Monster Prom Brian Novels & Stories

I proclaimed again. Trying to force my breath to stabilize, Brian's eyes were assessing me carefully before sauntering to one of the refrigerators in my big office to pour himself a chilled blue wine; his favourite, he took a full gulp, then belched loudly. “You know me too well that I’m good with instinct and I will repeat over again… that Kenna girl isn’t like Monica or the rest of them, at least try to confirm if she’s telling the truth or not” he wasn’t shouting or yelling, instead his eyes held the usual softness and calmness.

Just enough to say I’m fine, even though he wasn’t. Her eyes softened, just a little, and for a brief heartbeat, it was enough to keep him standing. Brian’s low laugh broke the silence. “What’s wrong, Beta?” he taunted. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Max straightened. “Just surprised they let a beast like you out of the dungeon.” Brian smirked, pacing slowly in the sand, his claws flexing. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll go back when I’m done with you. Maybe they’ll even chain up your bones next to mine.”

I asked, breaking the tension. A flicker of annoyance crossed Brian’s face which I like but he quickly masked it, his grin turning into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Huh, seems like your smelly Luna is giving you a really good fuck?” He laughed softly, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "Damian Moon, you really amaze me bro. How can you tell me that she’s not human?, Come on, I am not as foolish as you took me to be” As Brian said this, my eyes never left his as I felt Alaric trying to stay calm and wishing he could burst out of my body and scratch his face. Brian poured a shot of whiskey and tossed the glass toward me.

I smiled thinking it would be nice to do something like that. "It will be in the woods still but I randomly came across it one day." Brian said telling me about a little cabin he said we could use to have some time away from the castle. We talked about our plans and that we would be leaving tomorrow. I took a hot shower while Brian went hunting again. I got dressed in pants and black top with a camoflage jacket and a bow and arrow and a hunting knife. I went outside looking for Brian. I found him looking at a couple of people. A man and woman. I got my arrow ready when I snuck up behind him and managed to shoot both of the people. Brian quickly spun aroundand saw that it was me who shot them

"He's just at home recovering." Brian nodded. I thought I saw a smile play at his lips and I narrowed my eyes. Could he have done something to Jace? I knew from roleplaying with Brian that he had a Spiderman costume. He had the motive. Was it possible that he beat Jace up with his bare hands? "Tell him I hope he gets better," Brian said before turning around. As I stared at his body, I couldn't help but notice that Brian had slimmed down a bit—just a little. I didn't know how I hadn't noticed it or how he even managed to do it, but he wasn't as chubby as he usually was.

Brian extended his hand and placed it on Monica's, adding tenderness to his words, “You may put your trust in me; I won't ask you to do anything that you are incapable of doing or to go kill William, which is not what I intend to do." "Then what?" Monica looked at his palm in her palms and inquired. She did not reject it, but her eyes twisted into a profound grimace. “I want to remove his foundation beneath him. I aim to bankrupt his company, which has already happened to a significant extent; I only need a few items, and he will be useless after that. Without money, he would not try to wreck another girl's life," Brian explained his strategy, withdrawing his hand from her with a relaxed smi

“Yes, I remember you but how did you get my number? What’s wrong?” “Your secretary gave it to me. I told her it was an emergency.” Brian turned to look at himself in the broken motel mirror. His face, once handsome and sharp, was now scruffy and swollen. His eyes were hollow with fatigue both mental and physical. He thought briefly that he looked like one of those serial killers you see on the news, much older than his barely forty years of life. “I— wanted to warn you.” “Warn me?” Jake asked, but he already knew what it was. “Warn me about what?”

the name rolled at his tounge without knowing that it sound so seductive but for her , it sounded like a death alarm . "Brian , you know what you have to do right?" "Am on it Tim" Brian said while opening his laptop . "I beg you , please , please help me . Please take me back to Seattle . I'm stuck here , I don't have my passport , I can't go back on my own . He will kill me , please?!" Tim's eyes met her pleading one Well , Brian is their hacker and gets all the information for Tim, his boss and also his childhood friend .

Brian asks me. I turn around and see him in his black shorts and a white t-shirt. This is the first time I have seen Brian McCoy without three pieces of business wear that he wears everywhere. The sun glass is sitting on the bridge of his nose, his brown hair is styled with gel perfectly, a little messy than his usual style, but this gives him a carefree look, a boyish nature. This man has the Greek gods type of looks with a perfect six-pack-wrapped body. No matter what he does or wears, he is bound to look like a prince of some continent, no one can argue with this.

It seems I'm lost here," Brian exclaimed. He gazed at me for an explanation, but I did as if I knew nothing, and he turned toward Conan. "Bro, what is really happening? How did you know her?" he asked Conan. "Well, it's just that we hail from the same pack, so we know each other better," Conan stated, relieving me of my worries. "Oh, it's understandable now," Brian responded. "And you did not bother telling me you hail from Moonstone Pack all this time," Brian asked me, and I smiled and fixed my gaze downward, blushing. "Anyways, meet my friend, Zendaya, she's a nice person and fun to be with," he stated, winking at her, and she smiled.