Yor Briar Novels & Stories

That I’d get to say I do to the one person who saw every sharp edge in me and never flinched. Marigold Grove would be blooming by now. The arch was already up—Clay and the rest of the Frost crew had handled the heavy lifting while Makayla and Lilac wrangled logistics. String lights, florals, and a scattering of folding chairs set beneath the trees. No mafia glamour, no backroom dealings. Just friends, family, and the promise of forever.

He grinned and hesitated for a moment before pulling out his wallet"you are a pain in my ass" "Make it two shot of whisky then"Jaden said smoothly as he could after checking his friend I.D...Robert was his name and it suits him.I went to the bar and gave our bartender philip their drink orders,when i glanced back at the table I saw Jaden staring at me and i eyed him back until he noticed but he held my gaze with a soft smile,feeling awkward I turned away as fast as I could and my eyes caught the bald head man waving at me for his drink.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

She found it both touching and slightly ridiculous and did not say so. The Barcelona cherry trees are doing their own quieter version — not the mass spectacle of the Retiro, but the single trees tucked into the Poblenou streets near the warehouse venue, pink and white and entirely right for the occasion. Ferran, in a suit, is Ferran trying, which is to say he has made a genuine effort, and the result is a man who looks like himself in a suit rather than a man who has been replaced by the suit, which is the only acceptable outcome. Laia is in a dress the color of the sea after rain — not blue, not grey, the specific tone between them — and she has paint in her hair that she clearly didn't not

“So, why are the two of you angry?” “Briar didn’t let me play soccer with him and his friends today,” Heather said as she tore up. “Briar, why did you not want her to play with you and your friends?” Helianthus asked as she looked at him in the mirror. “Because she is a girl,” Briar answered as he looked at his sister. Heather got so angry that she flung her backpack at him and shifted in the car, ripping her clothes apart and attacking him. Briar did not sit by and just let her be.

” Gordon the stooge echoed behind me, bowing when I glanced at him sharply over my shoulder before looking to the massive tarps that had been set up in a loose circle, the burnt orange of flamed sticks hanging from the iron beams that held up each tarp. “You look like you positively hate being out of your glass coffin Snow White,” I whispered when I reached the surly brunette that snapped her head up to glare at me, dropping the stick figurines she’d been fiddling with as I hunkered down next to her on the hard bark of the fallen timber log that was off to the edge of the clearing, away from the yellow incandescence of the cluster of tents. The woman looked away quietly, surprising me. It wa

💋Addicted To You💋 [Once Upon A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Authoress Kamara B. Blake . Chapter Twenty-Three😘 . 💎Brianna💎 "Brianna". He came back. "Look, I really don't want you to freak out right now with whatever I say. You are just going to take it in calmly, understood ? No fretting out". "Is everything okay? What happened?".

They were all very beautiful, like a trio from a modeling agency. “Hello Luna.” Starts the dirty blond. The tone of her voice sounds very mature but feminine, just like her appearance. She looked like a tough bad bitch wearing all black like her leather jacket and tight skinny jeans with heeled boots. Even without the boots, she was the tallest out of all of us. “My name is Briar, and I’m Chris’s mate.” I was a bit surprised to discover that the mellow, joyful, surfer vibes Chris is the mate of a strong and fierce woman like Briar, who looks like she belongs in a biker gang. But who was I to judge?

He nodded and I shut the door of my room. The next morning I took Nova out to eat breakfast at Corrie's Bakery. The clouds in the sky were thin wisps, the blue pre-winter sky bright against the burnt orange color of the leaves on the trees planted around town. The bakery smelled like fresh pastries and warmed my cheeks as we walked through the door.

The chilly night air caused a shiver to run down my spine as I sat on the hospital steps, taking in the night air. The faint sound of footsteps was heard from behind me but I don’t bother to look back. The footsteps grow closer until they settle right on the stairs I sat on before stopping. “Rough night?” a woman asks. My brows furrow and I glance up at her. Long brown Boho braids was the first thing I noticed about her. A sling on her right arm and a cup of coffee on the other with a piercing on her full bottom lip. I let out a huff, looking back ahead. “That’s an understatement...”