Thick As A Brick Part 2 Novels & Stories

Miguel Pov: I have been f*cking out for two good days! Two precious days and it's all because of him! "Hey...are you even listening to me?" Sebastian asked, still chuckling which made me quirk an eyebrow at him. I don't know where the confidence came from but I really wanted to let loose right now. My body is as stiff as a rock. "Uhh, I'm sorry? What were you saying?" I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt.

A brick lying in the middle of it. Paper wrapped around the brick. Marcus unwrapped it with shaking hands. Three words written in red. *YOU'RE NEXT.* The war had begun.

My little girl is such a fighter. “Yea, and the best part about that was you puked all over the place because of how dizzy you were. Oh, man, it was so funny. Ya looked like the girl from The Exorcist,” Brick continues laughing and hugging his sides in pain. The entire room breaks out into laughter, even Syl. “Well, I’m glad you get to laugh at my expense, again,” Syl scoffs, though she’s still smiling sweetly at Brick. The laughs and chuckles slowly fade, and the room becomes quiet. A soft knock on the door pulls everyone’s gaze in that direction.

I hadn’t been able to buy another new one after that, just a twenty-year-old junker I still owed twenty payments on. I had to wonder if Brick’s dad had left him a lot more when he’d died than my dad had left me, or if he just made that much at JFI. Either way, my stepbrother had definitely caught all the lucky breaks in life that had obviously passed right over me. “Just ordered her last week.” Brick grinned over the hood at me as he rounded the car to the driver’s side. “She came in yesterday.” “Hmm. I like it.” Opening my door when he unlocked it for me, I added, “Though it looks like a giant pumpkin.”

Speed I can’t believe Merigold suckered me into going to some charity thing. That is the last thing I want to do right now. I just wanted to sit around the house, eat junk food, watch some movies and try to get my head on straight. Yea, my head. It has been all over the place lately. That’s a lie. It has been all messed up for a while now it just now includes a guy that stands at least six foot five. Milk chocolate skin. Muscles on muscles on muscles. Dark mocha hair that is buzzed short on the sides but a little longer on top. Hazel eyes that seem to look in your soul. A smile that could make a girl drop her panties in a second flat. Arms that look like they could help carry the weight of t

“Think for a second. Who else would do this to someone?” I paused, looked back at the body then at her. “No.” “Yes.” Her eyes turned as sharp as knives. “And I helped him. Brick was a piece of shit.” She dragged her shirt down. There were cigarette burn marks on her skin. “He deserved it.” She pulled it back up. “But he’s not the only one.” What? “That’s not… that’s not what we—”

And Rowan - Rowan had always lived inside them like a creature built for the hunt. “I didn’t break anything,” she said, though her certainty wavered with each heartbeat. “I only refused the lie.” Another pause. The latch clicked again, this time with more force. The door didn’t fly open, but the lock groaned. The charm in her hand grew warmer, as if urging her to act.

I placed a hand on the odd brick and i pushed it. Just as I had suspected, something odd happened. The bricks parted, and yet they did not. To the naked human eye, it would seem like it did part, to reveal even another brick wall but it was just an illusion. A very strong one. The brick wall itself was an illusion. Looked real. Even felt very real. Pushing the brick had stripped it of its glamour. Trust Katherine to hide things in plain sight. Question was, what was she hiding in there? I poked a finger at one brick and it went through like there was nothing there. I looked back one final time before stepping into it.

How much did my wife once love me? The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her. She proposed three times. The first time, I said no. The second time, I said no again. It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone. She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation. In the end, she won me over. On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box. Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows. I gave them a name. Second Chances. Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we

he responded with sarcasm, rubbing his back. He finally let go and Rafael held his face cleaning the white substance on his face, “You know I love you and see you as a son” Austen's face brightened and he nodded happily. “Well, a businessman's biggest weapon is having two tongues, right?” he said, patted him and turned away, “Be careful” Austen blinked and nodded, then left as soon as Sidney came in. They bumped shoulders. Sidney breathed and walked in. One of the thugs there poured their boss another glass of wine.