Nika Bradford Novels & Stories

He was also in a wheelchair now, which meant he could bear the cynicism of others with his mother. Eileen was slightly touched by Brad’s consideration for her. Children’s ideas were really different from those of adults. She could tolerate others saying that she was lame, but she couldn’t allow others to mock her son. She said, “I’m really busy later, for I have to clean the room.” Brad nodded and stopped making further requests. Then he began to drink his soup. A moment later, Brandy came. He was the private driver of the Bennington family, and he came to send Brad to school.

It felt quite happy to learn that both of them are now happy and on the same page. When I asked about Natasha, Tiffany didn't sound as sour as she used to before. Now that Natasha was out of the picture, it was easy for the love birds and I quote Tiffany "Life has never been better."Finally, the wheels have turned in their direction. "So did you meet any hot guy there, Tina?" "Phew like you don't know!" "Oh the whole Boston surely knows and so is New York. Look at you, scoring guys since the very first day!" "It was nothing like that Tiffany, Braden is just a senior colleague of mine who has this good sense of humour or else I would have been fired from the work in that instant" I elaborated

“I think there has been a misunderstanding. Mr Bradford and I are not—” “You are not mistaken.” Vance’s voice cut across hers. Low, magnetic, and carrying the effortless authority of a man used to being heard. Rebecca went still beside him. He did not say husband. He did not say wife. But he stepped half a pace forward, using his tall frame to shield her neatly at his side. His expression remained composed, the faint smile at his mouth elegant enough to reveal nothing, while his grey-blue eyes looked directly into the cameras. “Bradford Group has always been committed to supporting the development of national sport,” he said. “Rebecca Perry is an exceptional athlete. More importantly, she is

He had definitely learned a lot from me. "Actually I'm glad you are here because who would be my best man..?" I grinned looking at his shocked expression, one thing about Brad was he was always a softy. We are opposites, we have always been opposites but I guess that's what made our friendship stronger and stable than any other. Ofcourse, I had always been the cool good looking one but it didn't matter. Brad came from a middle class family in London, I usually loved spending more time in his small home town in remote Manchester than going back to my own mansion in the Netherlands. It was something that really annoyed my parents.

Bradford snuck around placing traps and nets into the brush, under leaves and in the branches. He went to the Alpha Den and retrieved some of the Luna Avery’s clothes that were carrying her scent. Marking many different spots, he found that the first were arriving. “Impressive speed.” Bradford thought to himself, “I better get back and be sure these guys don’t cause accidental carnage.”

The trivial things they did for fun while the other part of the city were asleep and the unlucky ones crawled the city streets to look for something to eat. It didn't take long for someone to recognize Brad who stood alone with his drink. It was unlike him to come alone without his entourage with girls dancing on top of tables and an open bill until sunrise. The new Brad was calm and quiet, kept to himself and didn't really want people invading his space. But he couldn't shake his own image, they thought he was still the same Brad, the heir of Maxine Roberts empire.

I’ve been waiting for Alpha and Luna to make me an official member of the pack, but I haven’t heard from them. I see Brad running up to me with a huge smile. “Hey! I haven’t seen you in a few days. What’s been going on?” “Nothing man. It’s good to see you.” “Where are you off to?” “To see my mate.” I said and Brad’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re mate is here? Who is she?” “Tiff, Kent’s niece.” I said. Brad looks at me and he becomes serious. “Dude, what is with the expression on your face? Are they treating you alright around here?”

I immediately regretted bringing it up because it reminded me of my own loss. But my distraction worked and he brightened. "Awesome! It was a great suggestion, Syd, thanks. Coach is trying to convince me to play in college instead of football." He meant university, right? He'd been scouted for football at Notre Dame, was super pumped about it. "Wow," I said. "Cool." "It's a little late," Brad said. "I just decided. I took the scholarship." "The one at Notre Dame?" Now that was WOW. "No silly," he laughed. "At State. So I can be close to you."

Brooke heard Beth whistle slowly, “Is that the business tycoon, the man of everyone’s dreams, Nathan Bradford?” “Man…I never thought I’d see him in person. He’s the one that runs the Short Stack Brewing Company, right? Their beers are awesome, dude.” Steve spoke. “I know. He’s like the wet dream of men and women alike. Sadly, he refuses to do relationships,” Alaina mentioned, and Brooke’s ears perked up. She’d only heard about Nathan Bradford when people gathered at a bar and talked about celebrity gossip. She was not one to read the Page 3 stuff in the newspaper so she never knew what was going on in "Celeb Town." But she knew the man by name, and she also knew that Short Stack Brewing Comp

Immediately Bradford became uneasy, twenty minutes later, he was going to be strategizing with his friend on how best they could reverse the gains done by the Chinese in Africa particularly in Zambia. ‘We have never met officially I know, but you can call me Lee,’ the stranger introduced himself. ‘Officially?’ Bradford reminisced. The adverb meant more than what the stranger said. It was clear to the Englishman the two met somewhere before and probably they exchanged numbers. The Chinese was sharp enough to save it but as usual in his business life, Bradford never saved most of the numbers he got from people he deemed irrelevant. It was this irrelevance that caught him by surprise and dragge