Brazen Novelas e Histórias

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

"Ah!" "Where are my kids?" Braelyn spat out coldly, her eyes sharp. "Huh?" Dominique could only say stupidly because she thought what Braelyn would do to her was take revenge on her "I'm asking, where's my kids? Don't play funny with me or else I'll burn you up." Braelyn muttered coldly. "And tell your guards to leave my path. If anyone dares to block my path, I'll burn your hair off." A raging Braelyn said coldly while grabbing Domonique by the neck.

Following all the lines of his body up from his hand makes it obvious how lean his waist is compared to the broadness of his shoulders, but it only adds to the dangerous look he gives off. The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts.

VENUS But Bronze doesn’t listen. His rage snaps like a whip as he storms toward Rowan, fisting his shirt collar and slamming him back against the wall. I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, as Bronze bares his canines, his eyes glowing with fury. “Is this what you wanted?” Bronze snarls at him. “To take what belongs to me? Is this how you plan to sabotage me?” My brows knit together in confusion. Sabotage? What is he talking about?

Logan Patton Logan snatched the keys from his waist and stepped forward. Terra's eyes flashed with fear again and he froze his pursuit, dangling the keys so Terra could see them. “I'm just going to take the cuffs off your wrist.” Terra said nothing but held her arms out a little more so he could reach them better without having to come much closer. The steel slipped from her tanned wrists, but not before Logan got a closer look at her arms, which were marred and decorated in deep, purple bruises.

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

"Christian get out, I have to change." His eyes rake around my body and he takes everything he sees in. "I am not stopping you from changing, baby. By all means, go ahead." "Christian." I give him a look. He sighs. "Okay, I'm going." He goes out but not without winking at me. I wear my Calvin Klein bra and underwear. And settle on some overalls with a black simple crop top and leave one strap open with black boots. The sides are bare. It looks good.

Tomo said as they all laughed and tell stories of how Nato would always get drunk first and do the silliest and craziest things. There was one time that the four of them went out drinking like they always do and Nato took notice of the pitcher that they were served and told everyone that he never saw a pitcher with this design. While they were drinking, Nato continue to tell everyone how amazing the pitcher is and that he liked how it was designed after aesthetics and function. As they get drunk, Nato seemed to make an attachment to the pitcher. The pitcher was resting on his leg while his arm was wrapped around it like he was holding a baby. he continued to hold the empty pitcher while they

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

“But-” “Time’s up!” Once again, I saw Bryan’s head poking from the blue tend. I know I’ll get a lot of questioning after this, but I just shrugged it off. I kept my eyes on her. This blonde in front of me smirked and adjusted her bag before leaving. “You have a nice name, Alex.”