Yor Briar Novels & Stories

Will his dad come for Ariebella? please take a look at my other books as well! Different - based on Briella's parents life Alpha Alexander - based on Briella's brothers life!

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?

Not to mention, Briar has three drinks, which is the most Briar thing ever. She can never settle on anything when it comes time to make a choice. I, however, always know what I want or where I’m going. She’s chaos, and I’m precision. We might be identical on the outside, but inside we’re often polar opposites, and that has always balanced us out.

Her body accepted his nearness as something that belonged. Briar noticed, of course. She noticed everything. But she said nothing, content to walk between them, laughter easy, presence warm. As they drew closer to Astarte, her excitement grew brighter, more visible, though it was threaded now with something quieter — a tightening behind her smile, a hesitation that surfaced when she thought neither of them were watching. One evening, as the hills began to rise and the air sharpened, Briar broke the silence. “When we reach the city,” she said lightly, “things are going to get… complicated.”

It was so ridiculous, I’d committed it to memory. Briar: Babe, please come home. I fucked up. I know. Please!!! I didn’t mean it. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. We can move away like you wanted. Find a pack or whatever for Leo. I swear to you, what happened with that woman was a complete and total”

A small club called Claire Delune, fixed in the heart of the city, is the prime spot for gang lords, criminals, and dark characters alike. It is because of the clientele that I work here. They are the ones who can give me the intel I need to solve the biggest unsolved mystery in my life. Who or what killed my brother. My name is Briar Atwood, and I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an orphan who lost her parents at the precious age of two due to a car accident. After that, my brother, who was thirteen years older than me, became my caregiver and my only family despite only being in high school.

Open Briar Violet did not scream. She considered that a personal victory. The blue ribbon clung to the outside of her bedroom window, soaked flat against the glass. Rain dragged its pale tails downward in slow, uneven lines. The tag twisted in the wind just enough to show the words again. OPEN BRIAR. Of course. Because apparently the universe had decided subtlety was for people with healthy sleep schedules. Violet sat up slowly. The Briar envelope lay beneath her pillow, its edges pressing through the fabric like it had been waiting for the window to speak first.

Her pack abandoned her as a baby, and no one knows why because her pack was never found. James found Briar in the woods on his travels and brought her to my parents. They found Briar a family within the household staff. My mother’s Lady’s Maid adopted Briar, and we were allowed to be friends. Holding Briar makes me miss Tracey. I have two best friends in two different timelines, but never can the three of us be together. Being here means I won’t be able to see Tracey whenever I want, and if I left, it would be the same thing with Briar.

I smiled thinking it would be nice to do something like that. "It will be in the woods still but I randomly came across it one day." Brian said telling me about a little cabin he said we could use to have some time away from the castle. We talked about our plans and that we would be leaving tomorrow. I took a hot shower while Brian went hunting again. I got dressed in pants and black top with a camoflage jacket and a bow and arrow and a hunting knife. I went outside looking for Brian. I found him looking at a couple of people. A man and woman. I got my arrow ready when I snuck up behind him and managed to shoot both of the people. Brian quickly spun aroundand saw that it was me who shot them

I had finally found the one for me. The next day, I went to the airport to see my family off. On the way back home, I received a call from Brannon. He was inviting me to Kribi. They were celebrating his girlfriend Xaveria’s birthday there and he planned on proposing to her. Brannon was a serious womaniser and I wasn’t sure he was ready to settle down but it wasn’t my place to judge or question him. He was old enough and knew what he was doing. I just prayed he wasn’t making a big mistake and I hoped he didn’t break her heart. I had met Xaveria once and she was a sweet and lovely girl. How she put up with Brannon and his wild ways, I don’t know. Most people mistook me for a play boy but I did