Selim Bradley Novels & Stories

He surely doesn't care about leaving a good impression on anyone. To make matters worse, Uncle Fred and Caleb have been eyeing each other with deadly stares. I don't get it, they're brothers. Family. Yet- they seem to despise each other. I was sure they had already faced each other somewhere else. I got a glance at the red mark on Caleb's left cheek, most likely from Fred's hook to his face. He of course played it off when Russell asked him about it. Told him to focus on his own problems if he wanted to keep his sponsorship. Fred kept it from us as well, brushing it off, and changing the conversation each time Russell brings it up. That was- until last night though.

“I have no intention of manipulating—” “Of course not,” Elder Bradley said, running both hands through his short, bright red hair to leave it standing on end. He looked every day of his 163 years but still exuded power that pushed against me like an ocean wave. I had always admired him. I admired all the Elders, in fact, but he had a nonsensical way about him that made me feel I could speak plainly around him. “We are simply hoping that as Acting Luna you will be able to persuade him that staying will be to everyone’s benefit,” Elder Fatima said.

Selene's gaze saw through it all. Men like Richard had trained her to read people. Bradley was cold and ruthless by nature. Perhaps even now, he still didn't understand what Esther meant to him. "Ms. Cassell, I don't think we're the type of relationship to discuss this." Bradley's burning gaze stayed on Selene. "You should know that Cole had an accident..." Just the thought of Chadwick's voice made Selene seethe with hatred. She spoke in a low voice. "I know."

Isaac’s tone was emotionless as he stared blankly. “I couldn’t feel the connection anymore after waking up,” he added. My grip on his hand tightened, but honestly, I did not feel anything for her—no grief, no sadness. ~~~~ “We have managed to get Clement back, bubba.” I kiss Isleen’s forehead while gently giving her a sponge bath. She is doing much better today. The Pack doctor has given clearance for her to sit for long hours, but not to strain herself. She was still restrained from using her healing power and getting out of bed.

"Bradley faked his death, built a clean identity. And has been running this operation from behind it." The room was completely silent. Stella stared at the screen. "Damien doesn't know," she said slowly. "He genuinely grieves his father. He has no idea Conrad is" She stopped. "Oh God. Conrad has been using Damien. His own son is the public face of his operation so Bradley himself stays invisible." "How long has Damien been in contact with Conrad?" Sarah asked. "Since 2011, a year after Emily won the championship." "Bradley approached his own son one year after losing you on the track," Nathan said to me. "Recruited him. Pointed him at you. And let Damien believe it was his own crusade."

This couldn't be true, but it said here that our compatibility was a nine hundred and ninety nine percent - meaning that we were related by blood. "Selene, i said it earlier... that Richard of man is nothing but a conniving schemer. Everything about you both's relationship was manipulated by him from the start!. Selene,i deeply understand that you loathe me now but believe me when i say that i'm far better than that disgusting devil of a man. I just hope that you'll listen to me."

I cleared my throat and had the assistant follow me to the uncomfortable seats in the world. “So you’re the assistant that jer- I mean Henry’s assistant whom he talked about. Nice to meet you.” “Bradley, Bradley Fowler. But you can call me Brad for short. Nice to meet you too, Ellie. Well, I can say nice to meet you again.” He smiled. That was the same smile he gave me that day. But his eyes seemed more alive this time.