Smash Brothers Pit Novels & Stories

At least this way, if he wanted to be with her, she wouldn't have to see them and maybe it'd hurt less. "Are you alright?" Kaleb's voice interrupted her thoughts. She nodded, "Yes. Yes I'm fine" she replied. But she wasn't. —------- Miriam giggled like a schoolgirl when Sasha broke the news to her and Tilly. "Kaleb Luthor—Kaleb Luthor—is going to be working with us?" spluttered Miriam. "Will he wear a pinny?" "Shut up," Tilly told her and Sasha tried to stop herself from bursting into laughter. It was surely weird for Tilly to listen to someone talk about her brother that way, but Miriam kept talking as if she hadn't spoken.

He walked toward Angeline, brandishing a fist. Angeline said, “Baby Robbie.” Baby Robbie suddenly leaped into the air. He was very agile. He knelt on the shoulder of the big man and his fists hit the man’s head like raindrops. “You dare bully my brother and even dare to be aggressive with my Mommy. I think you’re tired of living.” That big man reached out and tried to grab desperately, but Baby Robbie’s body slid toward his back like a rolling stone. His feet were hooked upside down around the man’s neck, and with the Yellow Dragon Smash move, the child caused the man to grimace in pain.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A dark smile spreads across Damien's face. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "So my little brother couldn't make you come," he says slowly. "And now you're in the back of an Uber with his older brother's fingers buried in your sopping wet cunt." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And you want me to do what he couldn't. You want me to make you come so hard you forget he ever existed." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"We knew him long before you were even a thought, Dollface. So watch your tongue, alright?" "Watch my tongue?" I scoffed, the anger surging within me. Claws, long dormant, out of the blue pierced through my skin, "Try to control me now." With a swift motion, I struck Dante across the face, my claws drawing blood. Then, without hesitation, I darted past him, the sharp tips of my claws grazing Matteo's chest. Both brothers hissed in surprise, the shock evident in their eyes. I wasn't supposed to be able to shift, not even a fraction, except for them. After all, it was their den.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

"This one won't ruin you—it'll make your life brighter. I guess I no longer have to pick you up from the drains?" A smile flickered across Damien's face, quickly hidden. "Whatever." He shook Carter's hand, but Carter pulled him into a bro hug, patting his back. "Good job, buddy," Carter said, and for a moment, it didn't seem like these two hated each other at all—it was just pure brotherhood. They would fight like dogs, but at the end of the day, they still cared. "I know this doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry for everything. I hope one day we can sit at the same table, telling jokes and old stories."

“This is Smash, your new boss.” He handed over the briefcase that he was holding to John and started to scan me with his eyes from head to toes. John quickly opened the briefcase, and his lips formed a satisfied smile. He was happy with whatever that was in the briefcase. “If I find that she’s not a virgin, voy a matarte, mi hijo.” Smash said. “Amigo!, you won’t have to kill me, she’s a virgin…go and check her, you’ll see.” He let out a fake laugh.

This isn't supposed to happen. "Enough!" I finally yelled, but my voice was shaking. Their laughing could not be heard because my heart was beating so fast. What are they going to do next? How could I— "Get your dirty hands off of her!" There was a loud roar that cut through the confusion. I turned my head to the voice—Damien. As he stomped toward us, his eyes bright with anger, he made me feel both relieved and confused. Before I could think about it, Damien punched the man and knocked him out. The others stopped moving when they understood who they were up against. Their confidence went down. Damien didn't stop, though. His anger never stopped, and his hands flew.

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

Deep said. "Oh, my possessive brother is back," I mumbled to myself and then said, "Who said I don't need you? I said we all need one more sister so we all can pamper her," I said to which they all said, "Yes, I agree with bhai. There are a total of 5 boys and only 2 girls. We want another sister," Madhav said.