Brooding Stories

George was never the same after the war... Losing his twin was akin to losing half of himself. In his anguish, he retreated to a dairy farm deep in the English countryside, away from all prying eyes. He wanted nothing more than to be alone for a while. That was until a witch with muddy boots and a pot of paintbrushes stumbled into the milking paddock and ignighted something with him that he couldn't understand, a yearning...

Monique Delacroix never believed in demons-until Lucien Castillo stepped out of the shadows and claimed her as his. He's powerful, merciless, and feared by every creature that whispers his name. Yet for reasons she can't understand, the devil himself has chosen her. Being Lucien's favourite means danger, desire, and a fate she can't outrun. And once the devil wants you, he never lets go.

Millie came on vacation for the ocean, the sunshine, and some much needed time with her best friend Morgan. What she didn't plan on was two completely opposite boys pulling her out into their current. After an unlikely pairing in a competitive series of games and more forced proximity than any girl should have to survive, Millie finds herself somewhere she never expected to be. But not everything on this trip is what it seems. Some people are not who they say they are. And some vacations you're lucky to survive.

"Switch clothes with me!" Paige whispered to me. "Why?" "Because he's following your scent." Evan Madison has had more shit happen to her in one year that most people have had in their lifetime. So when an Alpha starts following her, she does the only thing she knows how to do. She runs. Let's hope she can run faster than the Alpha.

Ares Black. A man that doesn't exist. And yet, the most notorious cage fighter the underground has ever seen. His soul black as night and his knuckles bloody, he leaves a trail of violence and destruction wherever he goes. He bears the name of a God, but owns the reputation of the devil. Lilith Hernandez. The heiress of the biggest underground spy network. She's smart, she's wicked, she's the best strategic the network has ever seen and she's sinfully gorgeous. She walks the streets anonymously, but the security of the free world lies in her hands.

Bree didn't think she needed an adventure. She was just fine with her books, her library, her spot. Sure, she'd left her dreams of publishing her books on the back burner and if anyone looked just a little too close they would probably be able to tell that her life was just a bit... sad. But she had her books. She was fine. Until she decided to follow in her mother's footsteps and travel half way across the globe to Scotland, only to meet a wild haired artist with a boat. So much for fine, bring-on what-ifs.

If my hands weren't tied behind my back I'd check my ears for wax because I'm convinced he did not just say that. "Pardon?" I ask because I indeed need to be pardoned. "I said, sit on me." He says it like it's ludicrous that I had to ask him to repeat himself. I snort, "Sure Santa." "I'm being serious." Irritation is visible on his face, what isn't covered by the blindfold at least. "Oh, I can tell. I'm just waiting for the part where you explain yourself." ~~~

Some love doesn't know when to let go. She thought love meant safety. He thought love meant possession. It started with small things - the way he stood too close, the way his hand lingered a second too long, the way he noticed every habit she didn't realize she had. He didn't cage her. He didn't control her. He just held on. Too tight. And the more she tried to pull away, the more intense he became - quieter, darker, more deliberate. Until one night, she realized something terrifying: He wasn't afraid of losing her. He was afraid of who she'd become without him. Now she has a choice - Stay where it's suffocating but familiar. Or cut the ties and see if he survives the fall. Because some love protects. And some love refuses to loosen its grip.

Set against the backdrop of the evolving city of Victory, "Chronicles of a Reluctant Hero" is a gripping tale of transformation, resilience, and leadership. The story unfolds around Charlie, the reluctant head of a vigilante group known as 'the alliance,' and his journey from a solitary figure to a nuanced leader and community influencer. The narrative traces Charlie's evolution as he grapples with the complexities of leading a team dedicated to protecting a city once plagued by supervillains. Initially a lone vigilante, Charlie learns to balance strength with empathy, action with reflection, and his personal desires with his professional responsibilities. His growth is marked by his handling of diverse challenges, from high-tech cyber threats to intricate socio-political issues. Central to the plot is Charlie's relationship with Sofia, a tech genius and key member of the alliance. Their partnership, evolving from a professional alliance to a deep and supportive personal connection, forms the emotional core of the story. Together, they confront various crises, innovate new strategies, and work tirelessly to safeguard Victory City. The book delves into the internal dynamics of the alliance, highlighting how Charlie's leadership style and personal growth significantly impact the team. The members of the alliance grow into a cohesive and effective unit, showcasing their skills in the face of challenges like underground movements, natural disasters, and complex criminal networks. Themes of mentorship, community engagement, and the moral complexities of vigilante justice are intricately woven into the narrative. Through community service projects and mentorship programs, Charlie and his team promote a culture of leadership, civic responsibility, and empathy within Victory City.

Poems about the emotions, individuals, and places etched into my days. Here, the brooding is sincere.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 When Azara Rezaei's life is turned upside down after the tragic death of her abusive parents, she moves to New York and encounters a boy she can't seem to stay away from. His intense, melancholy gaze stirs feelings within her that are difficult to describe. Is it interest... or perhaps love? Rain Covrus is not the type to keep a girl close, especially one with bright green eyes and a sharp tongue. Yet he finds it impossible to resist her bubbly personality. It doesn't take long for them to succumb to their attraction; all it takes is a fiery moment on a balcony and a loss of control. This is a romance story about two broken teenagers seeking belonging and love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wren has been traveling around the country wth her loyal Border Collie, Puck, when she lands a temp job as a mechanic on the sprawling Teller Farm and Estate in rural Montana. Everyone on the farm is warm and welcoming with the exception of her new boss, the handsome and brooding Lance Teller. The more Wren gets to know everyone at the farm, the more she realizes she isnt the only one trying to escape from their own past...and keep their own secrets.

A forbidden love story between a brooding, dark immortal assassin and his ever-reincarnating soulmate, who is killed in every life before they can truly be together. ------------------------------ What would you do if the hooded man you've been dreaming of since you were 7 showed up out of nowhere, claiming to be your soulmate? That he was immortal and you had been re-incarnated over a hundred times. That's exactly where Aurora finds herself. He was the perfect predator, seemingly dark and light and the same time. He knew the playing field when it came to her. He seemed to just know her in a way she never thought possible. From the first moment, she was instantly drawn to him like a moth to a flame, but she could never place why. What she didn't know was that he felt her connection, too, and it was a bond tethering both of them through eons of time and space. ~*~ Excerpt: "I want to know, Quinn." Her eyes fluttered up to his face, half expecting to be able to see him, but as always, he was hidden. Quinn's breath hitched at the sound of his name on her tongue, and he made a low noise. "This is the first time you said my name." His voice had gotten softer, gentler. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the pain, or perhaps it was some primal instinct, but she liked the effect she had on him. Much to her internal protest, his gloved hand left her knee. However, it wasn't all a loss since it found a new home resting on her cheek. Aurora closed her eyes and leaned into his hand; her hand reached up to cover his own. "Quinn." She let his name land on her lips, soft and slow, smiling just a little. Perhaps she was a bit of a brat, but she had been trapped by him for years. She thought it only fair that she get some of that power back. A low guttural groan emanated from the back of his throat, and he shifted his body closer to hers. His other hand rested on her thigh. "Come with me."

Princess Marjorie Blackmere was never meant to inherit the crown. She was the spare daughter. The quiet one. The princess raised to smile politely while her sister ruled. Until her sister was executed for treason. Now the king has revived an ancient tradition: noblemen from across the kingdom will compete in deadly trials for Marjorie's hand. The court expects a marriage. Marjorie has other plans. Because hidden beneath silk gowns and courtly manners is a mind sharpened by grief and ambition. While the suitors fight for her favor, Marjorie studies them-searching for someone ruthless enough to stand beside her. Then Hayes Velmora arrives. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. The heir to a powerful house with secrets buried deep in the kingdom's downfall. Hayes intends to manipulate the princess and claim the throne from the inside. Marjorie intends to use him. But as the trials grow bloodier and the court's conspiracies deepen, one thing becomes clear: Together, they are far more dangerous than either of them alone. And the crown may not survive them.

Fantasy? The vampire, Victor it is this tale to find what he is, and why his maker left him, and get into it by taking another. Human, blood which is what they need to survive on, and Victor is in hunt to search of his own brooding dark immortality.

Lydia's husband died four years ago under strange circumstances. Now that she's moved on to a new lover, things take a dark, potentially deadly turn.

Brian Lippencott, the next door neightbour's son has died in Killko Cave. Jonathan and Michael Silverman, two somewhat stubborn and adventurous teenagers go on a mission to find out how Brian died. While exploring the darkness, they encounter unconventional, unexpected, and some of the most terrifying sights in their lives. How did Brian die?

I had a burst of motivation and started writing this... Read it for a cookie. It has a cold, brooding, dark haired hot guy i promise.

𝕽𝖚𝖉𝖗𝖆 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖆 × 𝕲𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖗𝖆 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑺𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆. "𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓." "𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆. 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 m𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕." 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.