Romans & histoires Brida

Fighting another creature’s house is how you end up a cautionary tale. Someone pressed a mug into my hand—blood warmed with clove and something bitter. I kept my fangs polite. The room watched the way people watch a striking snake. “Name?” the bone-bracelet woman asked. “Silver.” “Mmm.” She tipped her chin at the table. “Bríd. That’s Padraig. Aoife. Cian. Sit if you trust chairs.”

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Is it a white flag or just a different shade of surrender?" Sofia stood on the precipice of the Citadel’s high bridge, her crystalline fingers digging into the stone railing. The sapphire light within her forearms hummed a low, agitated frequency that vibrated against her bones. Far below, a single, ivory-colored skiff drifted toward the gates, flanked by no escort and carrying no weapons. It was a stark contrast to the jagged, obsidian war machines that usually patrolled the Eldergloom skies.

She laughed, tilting her head back, feeling lighter than she had in months. "This is insane," Jerry said, grinning. "We're in fake Italy!" "It counts!" Brigail insisted. "When we get home, I'm telling everyone we went to Venice." "They'll never believe us." "That's why we got the photo, dummy." As the gondola glided under a bridge, Brigail caught a glimpse of something that made her pause. A man on the bridge, tall, with dark blonde hair. He was squatting down oddly, like he was trying to hide.

Gianna Vitale kept on pacing the length of her hotel room like a wounded wild animal. A wide window overlooked the busy Sicilian harbor, where ships were drifting in and out like silent conspirators. But at that moment, Gianna saw none of it. Her face was twisted with annoyance, and her usually steady hands were trembling with forced back violence.

Noah quickly drew his silver dagger out of his bag and parried the sharp projectile-like bullet. Clank! Clank! Clank! Toby was surprised by the attack; he trembles while holding up his brother's hand. “Who’s there?” Noah shouted to a shadowy figure that was standing on the tree’s branch. “Not bad… I never knew that Omega could put a fight… This will be more interesting than I thought.” The mysterious attacker then landed on the ground, she moved toward the brighter area and let the moonlight uncover her face. “My name is Brianna, Brianna Violet, the future Luna of Violet pack.”

I couldn't see if she was crying or what since Brady's back was to me and her back was to Brady. Grabbing the back of her neck, he bent her so that his pelvis was in line with her ass, "Maybe I'll do you from behind. That should be fun and then, just like Kendra's pathetic excuse of a girlfriend, I'll send a video of it to everyone. Kendra and Zion really do belong with one another," Brady sneered, beginning to undo his pants. That's when I noticed that Alina chose to wear a damn dress today. Fucking hell!

I gasped at the sight, this looks like a bar place. "Uhm! Low alcoholic content, right?" Veera asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah!" I said following her to where some wine was stored. "Pinard et Filles ‘Queer... Uhm! NV Broadbent Vinho Verde..." She said trailing her fingers on the bottle of wine as she said the names out. "Haha! Here! Braida Brachetto d'Acqui," She chuckled bringing out the bottle of wine and taking a glass cup on the table as she handed it to me.

~Tyra’s Point of View~ Obviously this wouldn’t be my first time being intimate but the anticipation sure made it seem like it. Reba was practically falling over herself trying to chase him down. We came through some brush and I heard the sound of water faintly trickling. It was easy to track Ridge between his scent and the blood on him, which simultaneously made me weak with desire but also disgusted. I didn’t like my mate being hurt and I was desperate to fix his wounds.

“What does that mean?” He releases a deep breath and kisses my forehead before he says, “According to Azazel, a Breija is a mirror seer. He says that Breijas are rare. That they usually see death visions through reflections. He also said that untrained Breijas have a hard time restraining their power and that they usually die young.” My breath halts at his words. I take a few deep breaths and pull back from his arms. “What?” My throat swells up with bile.

Timi I waited in the car for about ten minutes before Nahlela came down. She looked as beautiful as ever. She said she didn’t want to go anywhere far and she suggested Chambo Masters Inn which wasn’t far from her house. I didn’t know the place so she gave me directions as we went. it was an old building which looked like it had seen better days. There was soot on the wall in front which was probably from the fire place which was used in roasting meat which was popularly known as suya. The music was low and there was a television at one corner which was showing a football match. The place was filled with men and boys who were watching the match together. I spotted an empty table at one corne