Venom Brock Novelas e Histórias

My eyes flashed, and I peeled back my upper lip in a snarl. “Yes, I hear you,” I growled. I knew that was dangerous, but…I simply didn’t care. Brock was an asshole, but compared to the Raven Brothers or that Dr. Brenner, who Claire and Agent Foxrun had told us about, he was just a run-of-the-mill dick. He might have been the monster that haunted my nightmares as a little boy, but I wasn’t a child anymore — I’d met real monsters now. You aren’t shit, Brock.

Brock pulled the corner of his mouth, "Gilberto is not here, and once he returns, the sight he will see is your dead body, which is already beyond redemption." "Do you think Gilberto will respond to your love? Not me, and he won't like you either!" Having been exposed, Brock became furious and embarrassed, saying, "No matter what, as long as it's not you! Even if Gilberto kills me later, I will still kill you!" He raised the gun, pulled the trigger, and was about to pull the trigger when an urgent voice came from behind, "You can't kill! Sir said you can't kill!" Brock, with his eyes already bloodshot, knew that now was the best opportunity to kill Zoey.

she gasped softly. “Who’s blood is this?” Anika’s eyes ran from Semma to the floor and around… Semma thought to herself—she hadn’t seen anyone injured in the estate nor did she see anyone in the kitchen. Then…, “Oh!” she shouted in realization and clicked her tongue grabbing Anika’s full attention. “It must have been from the mackerel... I took out. I removed it from the fridge and had washed it in the sink before taking to the main kitchen. I didn’t actually put it in or on anything… As I took out. The blood from the fish must have dropped without my knowledge,” she laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

"You two have such a special bond. The way you look out for each other, trust each other it' beautiful. I couldn't let her poison that." She's good. Really good. Positioning herself as the protector of male friendship while positioning me as the toxic feminine influence that threatens sacred brotherhood. "You saved us from worse damage," Ethan says, and I hear genuine gratitude in his voice. "If this had gone on longer, if more people had gotten involved..." "I'll always have your back," Veronica promises. "That's what real friends do." Real friends. The implication being that I—his sister am not a real friend. Not real family. Just a threat that needed to be neutralized.

Through the cracked window, I saw Trevin walking up, his eyes seething with bitterness. "Yara, you've brought this on yourself. Wren can't be hurt!" Ignoring my desperate state, he snatched my phone. I tried to stop him, but I could not even muster the strength to get out of the wreck. "Stop!" "Stop?" Trevin sneered, playing with my phone as if I were nothing. "Yara, to think you'd leave someone to die! I'm just locking in some good luck for you!" I stared him down, teeth clenched in anger. "That's the serum my granddad's been waiting on for five years!"

Once our visions became clear to see the dark, we saw the thing that was dragging him. It was a leafless tree, smaller than the common ones here. However, its branches were alive, hundreds of them; vine-like, slithering, coiling on its own like snakes. I didn’t know what that thing was, but Brock was definitely in danger. I was about to leap to save him when dozens of them were coming at us. Plucking a thick branch off from a nearby tree to fashion myself a club, I swatted the vines away before any of them could touch us both.

“This is my friend Brooke from school, and her mate, Tim.” I noted that Brooke was very beautiful, with olive skin, dark hair that fell over her back in ringlets, and green eyes. I suddenly wondered how close of friends they’d been. Her mate Tim was also very handsome, but not quite in the same league as Blake. They both put their hands out to shake mine. He then led me over to two other guys. “This is Charlie, and this is Pat.” He pointed them each out. “Both unmated.” “Pleasure to meet you, Jasmine.” Charlie smiled at me, shaking my hand. He was a tall redhead. “Blake does it again. When’s he finally going to share his tempting conquests with us?”

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I looked down and crouched to retrieve the crystal when not too far from me I saw a book drop to the floor in front of two legs. I raised my head to see Syria staring at the crystal in my hand, petrified. I hear humming and I turn my head to see Brock coming in the same space. He sniffs the air and look around before landing his gaze, not on me but on the crystal. He growled, stopping in his tracks and looking like he is about to attack me any second. “That, where did you get that?” he snarls and I looked back down at the crystal glowing in my hand.