The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

Although it was too big, I looked like a cute baby in his warm coat. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arm around his, resting my head on his shoulder. Okay, maybe my Bratva husband isn't that bad, I guess he can be a sweet boy at times too. T. B. C!

My legs are moving before my brain catches up, carrying me through the parking garage and toward the terminal like they have a mind of their own. But instead of heading for the departure boards or ticket counters, something pulls me toward the viewing patio. Call it instinct. Call it the same sixth sense that's kept me alive through fifteen years in the Bratva. Call it desperation so complete it's turned into something else entirely. The viewing patio is nearly empty— just a few families with children pressed against the windows, watching planes with wide eyes. The sight of their innocent excitement makes something twist in my gut. This should be me and Slava someday, watching planes togethe

She curled up her body as she clung tightly to the boy's arm. Meanwhile, at the cave's entrance, Beatrice pretended not to notice the cloth and went inside the cave. To her surprise, she found two children in the cave. "Mr. Gale, there's two kids in here," Beatrice shouted. Ruben then entered the cave. As the children stared at Ruben's face, the tension in their bodies slowly dissipated. The girl became less fearful and asked, "Hey, isn't he the man that the pretty lady showed us?" What man? And which pretty lady was she talking about?

"We've got a breach point and a burned line. Someone fed coordinates from inside." Amelia already knew. She knew exactly who it was. And this time, she wasn't letting that ice-veined vulture near the child again. Not if she had to die on a pile of glitter and thermoses to stop her. Dmitri's PoV The first warning came as silence. Not absence of sound, there was always noise in the dacha. The creak of settling timber. Its distant rhythm of wind pressing against stone. The occasional muttered phrase from a guard at rotation. But this silence was surgical. A removal.

He remembered very well that night there was a big cave in that old thick tree. Everyone had told him that he was there, had come from there. Old Brag was drowsing with the branches hanging on the ground when he went to the trunk of the tree. Bragg woke up with a jolt and gazed intently at the princely boy in the daylight. "Here, there was a cave here. Here was the place where I came from.” The boy was looking at the brag looking at the boy and asking. Brag opened his sleepy eyes with a loud shudder. Its branches were swaying here and there with a noise.

She almost vomited by the smell and she didn’t want to corrupt the baby’s mind with so many pictures of violence at such a young age. “Keep going…” – Brayden said, leading them to a familiar path Harper immediately knew where Brayden is taking them. It’s the place they both rested that first night of the war. The cavern that contained her secrets and the heating tension between them that none dared to acknowledge. They went farther in the path. Brayden suddenly turned and caught Harper’s eyes. She looked away. why did she feel guilty this time? It’s not like they did something in that cave. They didn’t kiss nor hug.

He shook his head. It was none of his business. Cage took the reins of the horses and tied them up to a tree. The young wolf won't be waking up anytime soon. He sighed and walked towards Brat. Brat had woken the little girl up and tried to feed her some snacks they had gotten last night. "Here, have some bread," he stretched forth his hands to her but she shook her head, rejecting him despite being very hungry. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm Brad, this," he pointed to Cage walking towards them, "is my brother, Cage. What is your name?"

Eyeing the area for unseen threats that may harm her. "Calm down, Damien. You're exaggerating it." Cinthye chuckles, her hand laying on top of Damien's hand. A silent reassurance and trust she had bestow upon him. The warmth of his body parallel to hers as they walk together. They emerged into a wide cavernous space, dimly lit by ancient flickering torches and a series of tunnels just like in the Cator estate. This is the Cator stronghold, a place they believed to be a myth and now about to reveal all it's ancient glory.

It took us over an hour to walk the couple miles with the children and elderly and wagons along with the storm slowing us down, but we finally made it, and the people began to unload the carts into the cave as the women and children with lanterns went in ahead. When everyone and animals were safely inside Bryden, and his tayren was waiting for me inside. I slowly descended towards the cave and flew inside dropping the shield behind me. Bryden rushed over and hugged me.

Caterina “Wait, so you’re going to teach me the ways of the Bratva? Why?” I ask Kai as I look over at him from the passenger side of the SUV. When we got home from spending the entire Sunday together in the forest, I passed out as soon as I got home. But when Kai woke me up this morning, he let me know that we had a full day planned today. I wasn’t sure what he meant by it, though, and now he’s telling me that I would be learning the ways of the Russian mafia??