The Brave Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I took her to the kitchen and sat her down and put food in front of her. "Do you know there was once a strong girl?" I said. “This girl had cut her hand one day. But guess what?” “What?” Zara whispered. “She didn’t cry. She smiled. She said, ‘This little cut won’t stop me.’ She was brave.” “Braver than me?” I pushed her back, but only enough that I can look her in the eyes. “No. Because that girl isn’t real. You are. You are the strong one.” “I am strong?”

Bri stayed rooted a second longer, adjusting her breath, steadying the thrum under her skin. What the hell was that? Had they not been flirting? Was Zara really this reckless? This brave? Did she not realize she was toying with a very dangerous kind of fire? Bri clenched her jaw as she followed after her. Zara had no idea how close she danced to the edge—and Bri wasn’t sure how long she could stay civil if the teasing kept going. The girl had all the makings of a perfect brat: sharp-tongued, self-satisfied, and unknowingly submissive. The kind of girl who made a Dom ache—because every damn day would present a new excuse to paint her ass pink.

' She comes to life slowly, clearly weak from lack of food, but then her eyes flash and turn to a brilliant jade. 'Take your fucking hands off me, you animal.' Her hands come to my chest, and she shoves, but she's not strong enough to move me. 'I did not think you would break so easily. I thought the Bratva were made from sterner stuff.' I sneer, provoking her deliberately, and she takes the bait, managing to pull away from me and then shocking me when her hand snaps back and slaps me across the face. 'You are exactly what they warned me about.'

My voice was completely casual to beta Brian. I got so lost in my thoughts that I forgot that I was met to sad right now because of alpha Bryant missing mate. He had ordered people around the house to such for his mate, even though he knew that she was already dead. It was a false hope I created in him, a false hope that got him moving with impossible dreams of seeing his mate alive. Like the way he broke my dreams of us being together, he was going to search and get broken again and again. And I was going to be his best friend, one who was willing to give her shoulder for him to cry on.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

Gracie, my beloved mate, harboring secret desires while attempting to maintain an image of loyalty and devotion. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I spoke aloud to the empty air. "Gracie, my love, did you truly believe you could deceive me? Your eyes betrayed you, your body language whispered the truth. You underestimate the intelligence that lies beneath this Lycan king's facade."

That sex kitten knew what she was doing, enticing me to check out her generous tits. Fuck. She was seared into my mind. It wasn't only her beauty. More than anything, it was her spirit, her attitude. Bratva women weren't supposed to speak up, to act out, or to argue. Yet, she had, and that fight turned me on.

“No text? No ‘Hey, I’m not being kidnapped’? Nothing?” I forced a weak laugh. “Yeah. Pretty much. I’m sorry.” She sighed — annoyed, but relieved. “Okay. Fine. But next time, at least tell me before you disappear into the void,” she muttered. “I nearly went alpha-wolf mode on the whole house.” Despite everything, a tiny smile tugged at my lips. Sarah Blaze: fiercely loyal, terrifying when angry… and the only person I trusted besides— No. Don’t think of his name. Not now.

His voice calmed down a bit when he realised by my posture that I was distressed and not pranking him. "No, look Zach, you're going to have a lot of questions and I will try to answer them all but just know that I'm sorry. I have moved on and a lot has changed with me. I know you don't recognise me but I am Raven.” I took a deep breath, I had to get this out now, it was like I had opened a jack-in-the-box and there was no holding it back. “I'm the one who you bullied at school, the one you cheated on with Cassidy, the one whose soul you all but destroyed. Dylan found me on his land after I ran away from here and they took me in. He put me back together and we fell in love. We aren't destined

he added, moving his eyes from the sky to Ernaline. “Are you mad?” “I'm not mad that you told her, I'm just mad that I didn't have the courage to tell her because I didn't want to see her breakdown, you have her interest at heart and I'm just a coward” “You are not a coward, you are brave. It's not easy for you to sacrifice your life for someone else, that is bravery. I don't think I can sacrifice my life for someone but you did even when this person didn’t love you back. That i the greatest act of bravery and kindness i have seen” she said smiling before hold Lewis’s hand.