The Brave Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if she likes it. She’s not getting anywhere near that fight.” “Have you met your mate, Fredrick?” Tony snorted. “She’s about as likely to sit quietly as a damn hurricane.” He wasn’t wrong. Blaire wasn’t a damsel. She was fire and teeth, stubborn and wild. It was one of the things I loved about her — but it also scared the hell out of me. “She’s not ready,” I said, my voice low and hard. “Not for this. Jacob’s not coming for a fight. He’s coming for blood.”

And only then, getting drunk on their pain, did I feel content. Pain didn't lie. Pain didn't do fake. And Inflicting Pain, I loved the most. Brea was different, she was fucking fearless and she was like a breath of fresh air with her uncontrollable reactions. And I was ravenous- for everyone that slipped through her carefully erected walls. The raw emotions on her face as she watched me approach her set my blood on fire and my fingers twitched by my sides.

I turned to all of them at the end of my statement. “We won't tell you anything! You could go fuck yourself,” he resounded, making me turn my attention back to him. I wasn't sure what his name was, but if I were to give him one, it would definitely be Brave. He had the guts, he had so much guts to speak up to me that way. “You amaze me, Brave… you know, there's this saying…” I crouched down to his level as he knelt on the floor. His hands were tied and so were his legs.

That's Brayden Brastilava that only know how to get down with girls of different shapes, sizes and colours. He never see any lady special enough to call Beautiful. Even the top beautiful in the music industry that drowl on him seems not beautiful to his face but seeing this little thing that acted brave and courageous but actually is soft hearted seems to captivate his heart and he can't help it but fall over heels for her. He flipped his hand on his black and gloomy hair and Pat her small face gently. The Girl is actually a little thing that only know how to brag but deep down She is soft hearted and hurt so easily by people's word but the Ashley He knows will never let her be bully by ot

Let him believe he has broken us. "I hate him," I thought fiercely, pressing my palms against my throbbing ankle. "I hate him more than I ever hated my father." Good,Sova purred softly, her rage settling into a sharp, icy resolve that wrapped around my heart. Hold onto that fire, little human. Because when this bone mends, we will burn his quiet little fortress to the ground.

“When we were on the battlefield, I saw Hyacinth fighting against a fae soldier. He had her mate on the ground and she was punching him, trying to protect her mate with no thought to her own safety, or risk to her own life. While protecting our mates is something we would all do, I know it goes against everything in a sprite to fight. So, I would like to present this book to you, Hyacinth. It’s titled, Hyacinth: A Brave Sprite, and it is the story of our battle and your role in the fight.” When I hand the book to her, she takes it first looking at the title, then holding it to her chest before wrapping her arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Princess.” The cheers go up again

He laughed as he had his hands on my jaw. "Don't you touch me" I retorted, as I tried to bite his hands off. "I won't, someone would definitely like to touch you. She would make you miserable and you'll be sorry for all the thing you did to her" I felt scared at his words, but to some point I knew that Jacob loved telling lies, which was one of the reasons I couldn't believe his words.

, l kept inwardly talking to myself. As soon as the maid retreated behind me, l took the fork in my hands. Kaden widened his eyes and looked at me. I was now brave , l stabbed the piece and put it in my mouth then looked back at him. "Fuck you".It was the only word in my head.

I could see the hopeful anticipation in their expressions, the way their smiles tilted upward like they were already imagining a wedding that had never been proposed. I sighed softly. “He is probably going to get married,” I started off. “But not to me.” The noise began again after I said those words. “That is not true,” Bram said immediately, leaning forward. “He spoke very fondly of you.” Several others nodded in agreement. “Yes,” Mila added. “Very fondly.” I frowned slightly. “Fondly?” They began talking over one another. “He said you were brave.” “He said you were stubborn, but in a way he admired.”

“You cut me off.” Damn. I did. But that still wasn't a valid excuse. “This is not what I pictured,” I muttered, brushing invisible lint off my leather coat. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad,” Nessa cooed. “It’s kind of cute, no? I mean, you’re the Bratva Queen. You burn buildings, lead fights and leave bodies. He reads books. It’s poetic. Yin and yang.” Her other voice piped in: “It’s giving ‘please ruin me, ma’am.’”