Selim Bradley Novels & Stories

He’d flip if he knew about my interaction with Selena. “That may be the case, Joshua, but you’re far enough away from home that it will be difficult to provide but so much assistance. You shouldn’t have gone to the States in the first place. I understand about your irritation with Shawn Clinton, but we don’t need that business. You know that.” Bradford James was a brutal man by anyone’s standards, including his two sons. However, he’d parlayed what our grandfather had built from blood and sweat into a powerful empire, which was something both Greg and I had to give him credit for.

But when he saw that familiar silhouette on Killian’s live screen during his first seminar, it nearly sent him into a mental spin. He immediately knew that it was Elara. Ever since then, he’d been overcome with a fierce, burning possessiveness, unable to accept that his prey had been taken by another man. Especially someone he deeply resented and feared, as Killian Abram. Brad was determined to teach Elara a lesson for her audacious defiance. Knowing that Killian was away on business, Brad was going to use the opportunity to his advantage. He needed to know what the true nature of Elara's relationship with their professor was.

I had stared at the crooked lines on the floor then because looking up at him meant being crippled by the contempt in his eyes. But now, a decade later, I looked up. “Oh, I guess this is our first meeting.” “My name is Leo Armstrong, an investor in Wesley Group. It’s nice to meet you.” My tone was sharp and measured as it ought to be. Brad’s eyes flickered in a second of uncertainty, so little that most would have missed it. Of course, he was too proud to let the world see that he was on the losing end of a war he had started with his own hands. But I had been trained for years to notice weakness the way a starving dog notices crumbs that drop to the ground.

“I’ll make you regret it!” Andrius simply wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his back on her. Luna snorted and also crawled into the sheets. The night grew late. The lights in the Martyrs’ Society in East River State were still on. “I’m Zack Bradstreet from the Bradstreet family, and I’m here to donate...” “I’m Danzel Selim from the Selim family. I’m here to donate...” “I’m Gravik Kansas from the Kansas family. I’m here to donate...”

“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!” Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.

I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria. I found an empty classroom to spend the rest of lunch and contemplate my life's choices. I didn't have too many friends, actually, I had zero friends, Adam was on the football team and I was his tutor--yeah such a cliche, I know--we got closer and started our relationship in our junior year so his friends were mine, he told them our business and now that we've broken up, I'm just a girl who has done stuff with their friend and they want their share... but that was yesterday and five seconds ago so basically the past. Now I'm trying to seduce my brother's friend, aren't I a real basket case? **

I said to him as he looked at me. “It’s urgent,” he said to me and then sat down as I kept looking at him. “Tonight we have two things to discuss, a new member for acceptance into our pack and a new accord to be signed with a familiar,” I said. “I don’t like this accord signing,” Russel said as he looked at me. “Why? Who is it?” Adam asked him. “Firstly, I want to introduce Fred Young, he recently moved to Montana and he wishes to sign allegiance to us and join our pack officially. Fred has many skills he brings to our table and he will also be assisting me with Council business,” I said.

It was very clear that I still had a lot but I was keen. The other thoughts were about the other Dom he wants to bring in, I wonder who it is and why Bradley chose him. Bradley called himself a sadist and he also told me the he gets pleasure from humiliation, my question now is how is he going to get over his fear if he won't even try. I don't seem to have much of a choice in this matter, Bradley is bringing another man and there is nothing I can do about it.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

It was completely possible for him to send her brother tumbling from the stage with a single move. Sebastian was the eldest son of the Duke of Blackmoor's household and commander of the Campbell Regiment. If he were defeated in a single move, all the respect and recognition he had just barely regained would be gone in an instant. Why was Elias so intent on picking on them? Sebastian frowned. "Lena? Prince Elias is waiting—" "You've already fought one round, Seb. You're tired. I'll take this one," Selena said, rising to her feet.