What Chapter Does Bryce Make The Drop Novels & Stories

… I couldn't stop thinking about Sasha at night and didn't manage to fall asleep. In my blurry, half-conscious state, I could sense Jasper getting up from beside me and heading out the door. I immediately went out after him without hesitation. It was still unbearably warm at night since it was the apocalypse. Under the moonlight, I saw Avery running into Jasper's arms in a long slip dress. Jasper gently wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You gave me all that water. I was sure that Ari would get mad at you for that, so I came to check on you."

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

Charlotte ran toward him but couldn’t catch up to him at all. ‘Bryson… Bryce!’ She wanted to call out his name, but she felt as if a sponge had been stuffed down her throat. She couldn’t make a sound. She extended her hand but couldn’t catch him. She could only run after him. Bryson opened a door and walked into a room. Charlotte followed him. He sat on the bed and smiled, beckoning for her to join him. Charlotte did. Suddenly, Bryce disappeared into thin air. She was about to stop by the bedside, but her right foot stumbled and she fell on the bed.

My feet were planted firmly in the spot where I stood almost as if they were cemented to the floor. I could not move, no matter what my brain was telling my limbs I just could not move. When he noticed, I was not moving he got up and walked towards me. I looked into his blue eyes and whispered, “Tell me you aren’t doing what I think you are? Why was she here Bryce?” The eyes that once used to be soft and tender turned to ice in a matter of minutes and I knew I was no longer looking at Bryce. “You can’t be that stupid Alexa,” he snarled as the beginning of his temper was now rising to the surface. “Do you honestly think I was going to stay with you?” The tears began to fall as his smile grew

“You call me the second anything changes.” “I will.” Charlie hugged herself, eyes glossy. “Anything. You need food, clothes, somebody to sit here while you shower—anything.” I nodded. Bryce stayed quiet for a moment longer. His gaze moved from Sable to me, and whatever joke he might have used on any other day stayed buried. “I’m a phone call away.” “I know.” He swallowed, nodded once, and followed the girls out. The room felt bigger when they left. Emptier.

I would have been able to handle these guys without any trouble. Piece of cake for me. I shake my head in pity. “Good for nothing.” I glance at my guards, signalling them to lower their guns. “Tie these men to the chair,” I order without moving from my position. Charging towards them with heavy steps, the guards are on the verge of grabbing their hands when Bryce turns the arm of one guard and promptly stabs him in the neck with his knife. God knows how long he had been holding it in his hand and I didn’t even notice. None of us did.

Alex said half-focusing on the game. "What are you talking about?" Bryce asked as he paused the game and faced Alex. "Speak your mind, Bryce,” Alex said. "Smartass" Bryce muttered. "Sorry?" "I wasn't talking to you" Bryce said as if he was annoyed at Alex, but all of a sudden, he dropped the controller in his hands and raised his hands up as if surrendering. "Okay, I give up. We kissed" Alex's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth formed an 'O'. Even though he knew that Bryce was interested in Carina, he had no idea that they had gone this far.

I hang up without waiting for a reply. Panic floods Reynolds’s eyes as he lays on the ground, bloodied and trembling. “What are you planning to do?” he rasps, but I just tilt my head at him like he’s pathetic. Right on cue, Bryce storms in with a red container, opens the cap, and starts pouring gasoline in wide, deliberate circles around the room. The pungent, chemical smell thickens the air like smoke before the fire. Reynolds glares up at me, face twisted in disbelief.

Bryce stood, saying his goodbyes to his father, and she drove down the driveway. Bryce would be along the next day and she needed to make sure her pantry.... Or at least, Susan's pantry would survive the assault. —--------------- Chloe had just done a cursory examination of her stock of food—cursing the fact she hadn’t been to the market in far too long—when the door buzzer sounded. She strode across to the call box and mashed the button. “That you, Bryce?” “Yep, buzz me in?” A few seconds later, Bryce walked in, and she smiled her welcome.

A low rumble comes from Bryce and Peyton shakes her head, “No, no, it can’t be him.” “She isn’t allowed near him.” Bryce grumbles and I frown, he hasn’t shown me this side of him. The side that’s so… commanding. His ice blue eyes seem so intense, I swear that instead of getting darker, they get lighter, almost as if they’re white. Peyton huffs, “I guess we’re back to square one. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you for dinner.” Bryce nods his head and Franklin quietly dismisses himself. I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?”