Nott The Brave Novels & Stories

He turned to Max who stepped back on reflex looking in his eyes red with the fire to burn everyone. "Bring Denzel home". Bright was holding Win in his arms. Crying to bring him back into senses. Cyrus lifted Denzel but just then Denzel came back into senses. He snatched Nattasha from Cyrus. He was frantically kissing her. Softly shaking her. But to no use. He turned to hide into Cyrus's embrace wailing in pain. It was like someone cut his heart into shreds. He was constantly rubbing his chest in agony. “my Nattasha iii". He was crying and Cyrus had no words to calm him down.

"He thought that once you went through something like life and death, you'd start depending on him again—that it'd trigger some so-called suspension bridge effect and make you fall back in love with him. "Honestly, he's quite pathetic and laughable. Don't you think?" So, that was it. To force a reaction from me after my life was supposedly in danger, Caspian had cast himself in some cheap hero-rescue script. "But…" Thalia said slowly, her tone turning malicious. "I don't intend to let the script play out so smoothly. Instead, I'm going to ruin you here. These men will break you, play with you, and record everything. "And when Caspian arrives, what he'll see will no longer be his precious, un

He kept fighting. Men fell on both sides. Blood slicked boots and tar. More Bratva bodies dropped than the attackers’ — the ambush was sharp and brutal. Then a voice boomed through a megaphone like a prophecy. “What a show, isn't it?” All heads turned. On top of three stacked containers, Nikolai stood, Vera at his side, her shoulder bruised and bandaged, but she stood. Nikolai raised his chin and laughed. “Look at you, brother. Just look at what you became. You became so weak. If anyone told me that I was going to do this anytime soon, I'm going to deny it.” He laughed again, the sound cruel and bright in the smoke.

I wonder what draws her to that particular piece. Her head tilts to the side, and in the soft light, I notice a spray of faint freckles across her nose that I hadn't seen before. "Dobry den, Mikhail Ivanov," Nina Orlov, the wedding planner, says as she enters. Her voice is melodic, but there's an edge to it that's hard to ignore, and it takes me away from my thoughts. "Dobry den, Nina," I greet her in response. Nina's wedding business caters to the Bratva exclusively. There are countless ostentatious weddings a year to make her financially successful at what she does. Her brief stint in the military ended due to a leg injury, opening an unexpected but lucrative door.

His line rang in my ear. He picked up in one ring. "You just sent me a text," he said. I tapped once. I heard the faint sound of him reading it. My name is Ava Arande. I'm mute. I can hear everything you say. I'll communicate by text while we talk. Please don't hang up. A beat of silence. "That's an unusual request." I was already typing the next message and I sent it. Most of my requests are unusual, that's not the one you should be focusing on right now.

Without the support from my family, Albert's golden life shattered overnight. All those luxury brands I bought him were gifted to Bianca in his attempts to woo her. What remained was worthless junk. In mere hours, he was reduced to nothing. The same arrogant bastard who turned his nose up at the cafeteria food now shuffled through the vegetarian line, queueing for the cheapest option. He did not even dare to ask for a larger portion. "Your card's empty, young man," the lunch lady said, her voice loud.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

If she doesn't make it. The message cut off.

"Yeah, I'm the only one you want to tear down, anyway apart from the carpet what else were you looking at? My flawless face?" Christ!! She could see the triumphant look in his eyes and she wanted nothing but to slap it off his pretty face, he had some nerve to boast of his looks when he knew it would be pointless trying to deny it. "I wasn't staring at ur pimpled face" She shot back. Where she had found the courage she didn't know, but then he was the one who gave the "BE BOLD AND SPEAK UP" rule so he had to be ready for it. He let out a gasp.

"You fool! Look at the mess you've caused!" "You gave up a golden opportunity and married a nobody. Now look, everything's gone!" Luke finally collected himself and replied, "Mom, this is all Anna's scheme. I'll go find her and make her save Mandy!" He was about to storm off when a man blocked his path. "Mr. Graham, this is a wedding gift from Ms. Lane."