Nika Bradford Novels & Stories

"Make sure to let me finish him. No one should scare our mate." He gave me a subtle nod before heading out to track down the perpetrator who dared to threaten our beloved. With Brad on the job, I could relax. He was reliable, dependable, and he always delivered. Brad is our pack's information technology expert, and he's incredibly gifted. Of all of us, he has the most self-control. Some people might call him emotionless, but he's anything but. In fact, I think he has the strongest spirit among us - he just doesn't express it openly. He's two years older than me, at 22, and he has multiple college and university degrees. He appears to enjoy going to school.

“Sure, Graham, whatever you need.” “He’s a bit of a handful. Brad is Laura’s nephew—not long out of school. He interned with a place in Calgary but has decided to come back to BC. I know Laura and her sister have hoped he would end up here. Her sister lives an hour away, which means he’ll be close to her again. Frankly, I was never sure why he insisted on going elsewhere to work when he had the chance to be here, but he was always adamant on forging his own way.” He paused, rubbing his chin in amusement. “Lots of talent—a great instinct for the job. Although at times, he gets ahead of himself. And he thinks he knows it all. Bit of an attitude, to be honest. Sound familiar?”

"Please..." Godfrey looks heavenwards. "Fine," he says before heading towards the center of the sidewalk. He starts inspecting the pavement for the non-existent ring, and inside the glass doors, I see Brad wave gratefully at me. ________________________ "So, what happened? It can't be that bad," I tell Brad. After about thirty minutes, Brad came out from the restaurant looking like someone had just died. It took me another painful improvisation before I could finally leave Godfrey and join Brad in his misery.

‘Being his own’ meant what exactly to Eric McCoy? I stepped down from the car and beheld the majesty of his estate. It was the first time I stood in front of this landmark. ‘So this was the McCoy Estate?’. It's gigantic and glorious, I had never seen one like it. Well, who am I to say when I haven't seen much? Eric McCoy had my hand all through the walk into the building. How rich is this man? Pillars were in gold and drapes looked royal. ‘Maybe he is Queen Victoria's brother since he is English’ —I laughed. I must be really lucky to have his grace. His grace...

Megan just stared at him with a suspicious gaze, she could tell that he was going through the documents on the desk. "Do you need something here?" She asked coldly. She couldn't quite understand what he was looking for in the study. Bradford shook his head slightly, and he managed to put the document on his back pocket. "No, nothing, I was just… have you seen Liam? I've been looking for him, but he's not in his room.. so I came here to see if he was here." Bradford said nervously, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Taking her eyes off the documents on the desk, Megan looked at Bradford. "No, he's not here, as you can see." She replied coldly, not buying the story.

I wink at her and chuckle, "perv huh, what's that about?" Beta Chris coughs and side eyes Braddock, Cynthia waves her hand at Brad, "I'm his baby sister, I'm also the baby of our family, I'm 10 years younger than Chris and Brad here gave us a world of shit about it, saying Chris was a pervert, blah, blah, blah...anyway now he had to eat those words," she cocks a brow at Brad, "how does that crow taste by the way." He scoffs at her, "yea, it tastes sweet since she's the crow I'm eating," he points to me and my cheeks burn with embarrassement.

I had finally found the one for me. The next day, I went to the airport to see my family off. On the way back home, I received a call from Brannon. He was inviting me to Kribi. They were celebrating his girlfriend Xaveria’s birthday there and he planned on proposing to her. Brannon was a serious womaniser and I wasn’t sure he was ready to settle down but it wasn’t my place to judge or question him. He was old enough and knew what he was doing. I just prayed he wasn’t making a big mistake and I hoped he didn’t break her heart. I had met Xaveria once and she was a sweet and lovely girl. How she put up with Brannon and his wild ways, I don’t know. Most people mistook me for a play boy but I did

Brad said when the silence stretched on too long, “you’re officially my first guest.” “I’m honored. Lucky for me, I was there to rescue your errant fruit.” “Very fortuitous, indeed. You were in the right place at the right time.” “I don’t think we can give destiny the credit here. I was just leaving work.” “Oh, you work close by?” “Next door at the Maverick Heritage Center. I’m Curator of the museum there.” Brad paused with his mug halfway to his lips. “Curator? How old are you?”

His words, his implication from a moment ago, still stung behind her eyes. “Soon, sweetie.” She needed to go. Her false confidence wouldn’t hold much longer. “I have a meeting with Salvatore Bradford at seven. I should be going.” Salvatore Bradford and his father co-owned Bradford Hardware, the top chain of building supply stores in the country. They were Caliber’s main distributor, and it was her job to make sure they were happy with Caliber’s product and service. She met with Mr. Bradford once every quarter to discuss business updates and changes.

Brad laughed, running his hands over his hair, and scratching the back of his neck, he shot me an accusatory look. "I don't know why you were so worried; I'm sure you found a way to distract her. I feel sorry for my butler Edgar, who was dragged into all of this." I remembered the embarrassed look of my friend's old butler, yes, a butler. My best friend, Brad, was born into the most traditional family in England, and even though they didn't live there, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett made a point of maintaining traditionalism, hence the "servants."