The Brat Cave Novels & Stories

The static electricity in the air could be felt miles away. “YA dumal, ty skazal, chto on vydal svoyu doch'.” I thought you said he gave away his daughter. The man growls at the person beside him. I gasp when I take a good look at the man and the Eagle tattoo peeking out the top of his shirt. This tattoo was the mark of the bratva. The bratva was in my house. Under my roof. And they had killed my father. I had seen their faces.

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.

We reached the far end of the cracked pavement where a narrow staircase that spirals downward and surrounded by damp, cold stone walls streaked with graffiti. Black mold crept like vines through the crevices. “Ev… this looks like where people get murdered.” “You’re probably right about that…” she retorted with a wink. I stared at her. We descended further, and the deeper we went, the louder the sound grew with music bouncing off the walls mixed with the loud roars that echoed. Two massive tattooed men stood at the bottom, blocking the iron entrance door. Thick necks, arms inked in tattoos, bald heads shining under the flickering light bulb above.

Synonyms: Presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative, most influential, most powerful, superior. So, is that what he is? He is a leader, and ruler anyway because of his business. I know little about the world he is in, but I feel compelled to find out more. Sitting, I tap my fingers on the table trying to think of something else I can search that I saw in his contract, the word brat popping into my mind. Typing it into G****e there are standard terms for the word brat, but not the meaning in BDSM. My fingers type again, including BDSM at the beginning, once again the first result telling me about it. Brat: A type of BDSM label, in which a sub (in

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.

She walked step by step. Brad was very patient and walked very slowly. He looked back at her every now and then for fear she would fall. "Mom, walk slowly. No hurry. If you walk sideways, you won't fall." Eileen was very relieved. She was so lucky to have such a thoughtful son. After a long walk, they came to the first scenic spot, Rain Cave, which was beautifully named. Outside it was a mossy cliff. The water fell from the cliff, forming a pool and flowing into a little stream, but the path along the stream was very difficult to walk.

“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

"This is one of the entrances of the cave, by the way. One is on the other side of the hill while the second is under our manor. My ancestors dug it to create paths for a strategic purpose. See the gate there." My eyes followed where she was pointing at and even it was a bit dark, I could still see the gate made of steel which was barricaded with chains. "Wow, you have a cave under your house and your family owns all of this?!" I exclaimed in amazement. "Val, you're making me dizzy. Wait, I know what you are now?!" "What?" she asked in anticipation. "What else, Val? You're a billionaire heiress who's trying to avenge someone she loves. I swear you're fùcking Batwoman and Storm Hill Town is t

Staying in there for just a few seconds could make someone tear into shreds. This was the testimony of a known adventurer in the Halen Empire. His name was Carlos Braxton. Carlos had traveled the entire Larin Continent's ancient landmarks and known dangerous places. But this one, the mystery of the underwater cave, made him unable to continue his travels anymore. As he was the only one who managed to survive in the chaotic space when he tried to teleport into the underwater cave, Carlos' legs were amputated and his left arm was also gone. There were a lot of cuts and bruises on his body that were visible until this day. Fortunately, he managed to grow his limbs back. However, he stopped trav

“I hated that damn place.” Raven nodded. “Carlos had me break into a house on Cannel Street, down by the docks. I didn’t know it but the Russian Bratva’s accountant lived there. He wanted me to steal some flash drives in the safe. I got the flash drives but I also found evidence of what they were. I knew if I took them back to Carlos he would make us both disappear, so I did what Carlos didn’t expect. I took the drives and came back to the house to get you. I watched the house and saw Carlos and his friends celebrating in the garage. I could hear everything they said.” Tears rolled down her face as she recalled the past. Her brother shook his head sadly.