Yor Briar Novels & Stories

Five Years Later Briar’s POV “Congratulations to us at Ford’s interior design for becoming a partner with the AS real estate empire. To more amazing deals ahead.” Liam announced, and the hall was filled with a round of applause. “We have no one else to thank but our hardworking Briar Smith, who took it upon herself to ensure we have an undeniable best proposal. Thank you for your resilience, Briar.” He beamed at me, gesturing for me to come forward to address everyone.

"Listen up, baby girl. Don't you ever think of coming back here to try sh*t with me again, else I'm gon'..." I was still saying when the door creaked open widely revealing, Arlington. Her expression was bitter as she look broken and hurt. "Hardie...?"

I'm not exactly sure why everyone was so obsessed with touching my hair here, but if it kept happening, I could tell that I was going to get annoyed very quick. “You should get a closer look, and show us what you really can do,” Briar says, snarling. He’s showing me a lot of teeth, which was very unexpected as I turned to face him. “What can I do? What does that even mean?” I say, trying to understand the joke. “You shouldn’t pretend that you don’t know what’s going on here. You wouldn’t be here for no reason, especially since you're related to Jasper and Morgan,” Briar says getting annoyed with me.

Krister replied with a small smile. “Do you know where that bar is?” she just asked, sighing, her arms falling to her sides. “Yeah, I know where that is.” he nodded his head, noticing her condition right now so he went to his supply cabinet to pull out a few pills for her after she ate the food that was ordered. “Eat first before you take the medicine. So it won't get worse.” “Thank you,” she whispered before taking a seat. “Am I not going to talk? He’ll be more suspicious!”

Well, I have a few. One: Briar. Over the course of the week, he's been going in and out of the camp, "strategizing" with the other members and "reinforcing" their fight power. It's all a bunch of bullshit. He neither strategized nor reinforced anything but my hatred for him. Every time I passed him by, he would give me this knowing smirk, like he knows I feel absolutely mortified about the whole thing. Well, I still am, but my desire to wallop him overrules pretty much everything else.

Derrick teased huskily. "I-I know you b-believed I was-was someone el-else," Briar gasped in embarrassment as she snapped out of her thoughts. She remembered how his mistress looked at her in disgust. She was beautiful and... Briar wasn't on the same tier or even her sister's tier. "You-You couldn't poss-possibly want m-me." "What do you mean?" Only confusion and a hint of anger colored his tone, causing her break out of her throughts.

“What do you need me to do?” “I need help,” I whispered. “I can’t do this alone. I need a plan. An out. I can’t let him win, Briar. I can’t lose myself in that place.” Briar took a breath, then leaned closer. “I’ve already started something,” she said in a hushed tone. “I knew when the bond clicked into place that he found you. I’ve been watching him. Making connections. There are others—people who want to see him fall. And I’ve been working with them.”

“Yeah. I just moved to Vargo—really, it’s my first week in the big city. I—you startled me, but I’m okay.” “Good to hear,” Bri murmured, taking a careful step closer, her eyes flickering with intent—and something unmistakably like lust. They stood like that for a beat too long—stillness thick with heat and something unspoken. The memory of pain still clung to the edges of Bri’s mind, but it no longer owned the space. Something else had moved in. Warmer. Riskier. The woman smiled, shy. “I’m Claire.” Bri’s lips twitched upward. “Bai Ryeong. But most people call me Bri.”

Bryar asked happily. “We are going shopping.” She replied and Bryan groaned. “Can't we just stay home?” Bryan asked and Blakeley frowned. “No.” She replied and he sighed. ******* HOURS LATER AT NIGHT Bryar stared at herself in the mirror and smiled, she admired how beautiful she looked in her dress. The maid who dressed her up also smiled and Bryar turned to her with a smile. “What do you think?” She asked. “You look beautiful ma’am.” The maid replied and she giggled. The black flora gown looked so pretty, it had diamond stones all over it which made the dress look so unique.

"You don't have to sit down like me to pee you know." “I can’t if someone is watching me, twig.” I grinned. “I bet they want to know about my pee as well.” “Just go, pee, and come back,” Gael interrupted us. “We need to find a place to stay before sunset.” I marched first toward the tall grass that almost reached my knees. “Careful, there could be snakes underneath.” Iris shrieked, jumped, and ran closer to me. “Not funny!” “Just warning you, twig. We may be invincible to the virus, but not to the venom. Come here.” Before she could reach me, I scooped her and threw her over my shoulder.