Monster Prom Brian Novels & Stories

Brian probably wasn't expecting that I was going to hit him that hard as he relaxes on the ground and places his hand on his cheek, looking at me with shock evidence in his eyes. "Brian, just calm down okay? We are going to talk about this." Damon says but Brian is not looking at him. I watch as Brian immediately gets up from the ground and attempts to walk over to me with his tall giant-like height, towering high above me as I step back. His eyes are already glowing. Does he get angry that easily? Damon takes hold of his hand immediately. "Brian, you need to calm down, right now!!" Brian is not looking at him and I can see the anger and annoyance, plus the rage, evident in his shimmering ey

Brian looks back at us and pulls up his shoulders. “You know, it’s because of people like them that we need directions on shampoo bottles,” Mel hisses. “Why do they look so familiar?” Kiara asks softly. “Enrique’s arch-nemesis.” Mel seems discomposed, “The other is Damion’s.” “Fuck!” Kiara gasps, pointing a finger behind them, “It’s THAT Brian? And THAT Graham?” Mel nods with pouting lips. “Ug, let’s forget about those asses and order some FOOD … cause this kid …”

You belong to me, Momi," Brian whimpered as he nibbled her neck. "Brian where are you from?" Gabrielle asked. "Cullendale," he whimpered. Gabrielle hit his shoulder very hard. "Ouch…" "You lied to me," Gabrielle said. "Sorry," he whispered with a grin. "Did you know I went round the whole Bedford looking for you and your people? Nobody knew you or your people. "Oh…you did?" Brian sat slightly up. "Yes" "Momi, I'm sorry." "I was pregnant and my people wanted me to abort the pregnancy."

Black shadows we're behind his body as he quickly fought Damien. "Damien", l shouted in pain when I saw the condition Damien was in. He was fighting back but Brian with his evil powers seemed dangerous. "Let's see how you will rule this pack without him", Brian chuckled before he dug his nails again in Damien's stomach. This time it was so deep that Damien fall down while coughing blood. "No father, no mother , no advisors, no alpha", Those were the last words Brian spoke while laughing before he disappeared in the shadows.

He's 25 and the best thing that has ever walked into my life in a short time. " He's an asshole sometimes, I can tell you that." Brian says. Quill returns and he goes over to Jen. Now I feel bad, I literally abandoned her to scold Romeo and to have a conversation with Brian. He's really hot. His blond hair is curly and he's quite tall too. He's kinda slim but a cute kind of slim. Romeo's got taste.

A ball of fire created by one of the minions was heading his way and for the quick sight Killian had, Brian would have been incinerated. "And you really think you're smart", Brian chuckled. Jack and Killian rushed towards the minions, attacking them fiercly. Brian faced the commander who was growing weaker by the minute due to the attacks Brian launched at him. "Any last words?", Brian said. "You'll never have the final laugh", he spat. Brian dealt him a powerful blow as he watched the life drain out of his eyes. He shifted back into his human form as he watched his friends kill off the rest of the minions.

Looking at the man clutching his leg, Peter whistled: "Oh my god, I know you have a secret love for me, don't hug me like that, I'll be shy. I love women so I'm sorry for you, Brian." Brian ignored Peter teasing him, he still hugged Peter's leg: “No, you have to stay here today. Now that you go, I know where to go to find you?" Peter still smiled cunningly: "Don't let go, right?" Brian put on a face that wasn't afraid of death: "No." Peter: "Okay." One kick sent Brian back, he didn't forget to wink and kiss Brian: "I hope you find me." Brian sat rubbing his aching butt: "..." he indeed has both a talent and a disability. I'm sick of this man.

Pain suddenly pierces through my skull. ‘Bring his heart to me,” the words slither into my mind, and I curl my hands into fists, my claws elongating. The door finally creaks open. And there he is. Mr. Broody. He looks much worse than before. Almost like he’s barely standing. He smiles weakly. “You make me want to spank you, sweet thing. If you keep glaring at me, I’ll be forced to fuck that frown out of your face,” he drawls, and against my better judgment, my stomach flips.