The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

He’d always warned her not to touch any part of it, so she wondered what Bran was doing there. Brianna was tracing a path she saw on the ground when she looked up and found the shrub was everywhere. It even grew on the trees. She only noticed that the leaves had brushed against her clothes and skin when her arms tingled as the oil spread across her body. It gave her a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but she did not develop any rash or itchy feeling. So she continued searching, and that’s when she saw a pathway to a ledge. She dropped her backpack to the ground and tiptoed to the small overhang. It led to an opening on the side of the cliff which Brianna discovered was a large enough cave tha

The cold feeling returned to Sofia’s chest. “And if I don’t?” His gaze sharpened slightly. “You will.” The confidence in his voice made her uneasy. She looked away first, staring at the cracked tile floor while her mind raced through possibilities she didn’t want to consider. Her stepfather had done terrible things before, but this felt bigger somehow. More permanent. “What time are we leaving?” she asked finally. “Evening.” He grabbed his coat again, clearly preparing to leave. “Where are you going now?” “Out.”

Sebastian said while trying hard to not cry in front of the poor old couple. "This is crazy, I saw her this morning before she left and now she is no longer with us. I won't be able to see her or touch her again. It's the worst feeling ever. Everyone used to call her brat and troublemaker. But now no one is going to make any trouble. No one is going to act like a brat." Her mom continued to cry and so did her dad. Brat… she is truly a brat!

"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.

The thought alone brought a huge smile to my stiff expression. The giant storage room was empty except for the dumbbells, different types of daggers, whips, chains, resistance bands, iron maidens, and spiked chairs. Just to clarify, Thomas Vegas wasn't bound to one right now. He was my guest of honor. I bought this warehouse to interrogate and torture those filthy scoundrels, but I haven't used any of the stuff here before. I didn't even know how good the soundproof was. “I will test it with Thomas Vegas screams of pain.” I said to myself, smirking devilishly.

Hence, Brayden surely had tons of great treasures with him. Later, Sebastian stood at the ring of the cave and softly pointed at it. Then, the ground suddenly made a muffled sound and collapsed, causing the hole to be five times bigger than before. In that instant, a small underground stone chamber about half an acre in size appeared. Random jars were scattered all around the floor, and there were a few storage sacks around. As the crowd recalled how Brayden fought everyone empty-handed just now, everyone guessed that he also went out in a hurry and did not take the storage bags with him.

He said. Johnathan hung up and began to think. “What if the darkness is here?” He asked himself. He stood up and started to guide his hand along the walls of the cave. His fingers ran over smooth a smooth surface with a few bumps at first. The main part of the cave was normal, and he was getting ready to enter the secret room, when suddenly the cave grew lighter. He toward the entrance and saw Felan standing there with Bridget.

"Cayman Brac is only 12 miles long and just over a mile wide. There are lots of caves in the limestone, more than 170 of them, though only a few are noteworthy. Christopher Columbus discovered Cayman Brac and Little Cayman in 1503. He originally named the islands Las Tortugas because of all of the turtles that they saw. It was Sir Francis Drake who renamed them the Cayman Islands in 1586, for the caiman it is said, the little alligator-like reptiles, though we don't have any, so he must have seen big iguanas. Brac is Gaelic for bluff. The bluff goes from west to east, rising all the way to its final height of 141' above the sea where the lighthouse stands at the easternmost point of the isla

I occasionally adjusted my glasses and scrolled through the iPad screen, which contained all the information about the Bratva. “If this is the case, then Miron has a lot of enemies,” I muttered, scrolling again. “There are several cartel leaders at every meeting? Wow, their criminal network is this big?” I scrolled again and found several clubs run by the Bratva. My phone rang, and I flinched as Miron’s name flashed on the screen. I hesitated to answer, but did I have a choice? I was even staying in the apartment Miron gave me. “Hello,” I answered.

“Alright, now get on my back. This is already slow as hell. At least this way, I can walk faster. Come on, hurry up.” Molly obeyed without question, climbing onto his back with difficulty. Braston walked with firm steps, even though every movement seemed to drain his energy. His muscles burned, and exhaustion was etched on his face. After five more minutes that felt like an eternity, he spotted the cave. “Finally…” he murmured, almost out of breath. “For our bad luck, we landed much farther than I had calculated.” He carefully set her down and stepped into the dark space, turning on the flashlight to illuminate the area. The cave was small but seemed safe, sheltered from the wind and the men