Brad Constance Novels & Stories

A slight blush could be seen on Brad’s cheeks and neck, but he did as he was told. Susan took a breath and looked at Brad, then looked again, doing a double take, before asking, “what the fuck is on your neck?” Susan’s mouth stayed agape as she stared at his neck and what appeared to bemating marks. “Is this a joke?” Brad released his collar and moved closer to Susan before whispering, “Jeffrey is my mate.” Susan looked from Brad to Travis to Brad in disbelief. Brad nodded and laughed, “really.” Susan looked back to Travis who was smiling and simply nodded. Susan threw her arms around Brad’s neck and squeezed him hard with a squeal, “eeeee…. Oh Brad. Congratulations!”

Turning to Anne, he said, “We’ll get you ladies settled in your cabins. As soon as you’re unpacked, come on up to the lodge and Brad’ll fix you a drink and let you take a look at the menu for tonight. That work for you?” Anne could only nod. The term “speechless” had never had more profound meaning than it did right now. That had to be Brad and Cain walking across the deck, now coming down the steps. She’d thought Traker was handsome. These two took her breath. “Hey, ladies. Glad you’re here. We were getting worried.” The dark-haired one stopped beside Christa and tugged his baseball cap off. Then he turned his full focus on Anne. “I’m Brad. Why don’t you show me which bags are yours.” It wa

"I was DRUNK!" "Yeah, Yeah!" Everyone was talking at once. Brad couldn’t get a word in edgewise. "Guys...?" He said gently, rubbing his temple. "GUYS!!!" Now, that got their attention. "Let me speak! I'm trying to make an announcement," Brad reminded them, sternly. "Oh, right! Go on, son," his mother responded. Lewis smiled, drawing closer. "This better be good!" Brad exhaled, as they all gazed at him with undivided attention. "I have a son. His name is Max!"

Brad asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Bella shot him a look, her hand coming up to punch his arm lightly as she said, “Excuse you?” “Obviously not up to date,” he replied with a chuckle. “Just tell us already,” Ava said, rolling her eyes but smiling. As Brad opened his mouth to speak, Ava’s phone vibrated. She glanced at it, seeing a message from Lily. She set the phone aside, deciding to check it later. Brad continued, “Okay, well, you all know she’s the CEO of Delicate Stitches, right?”

Hahaha! I did a little g****e search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison. I see a family business. A big family business. Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success. Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

Brad readily assured George. "Actually, Brad’s matter in the past was not like what the media reported. Before he met his current wife, he had already divorced his ex-wife. It's just that his manager didn't want him to lose his image of a good man, so he never mentioned it all along. Unfortunately, who knew that, in the end, his career would be ruined by this," George explained, sitting by the side.

He ran left to the infirmary. I was following close behind, “Brad, what is wrong?” He opened the door and inside was a girl. A healer. “MATE!” Brad said out loud. “Mate.” She said quietly. Brad went up to her and was clearly in her personal space. “You’re beautiful. What’s your name?” “Maya.” She said. “I’m Brad.” “You’re a rogue.” She said and she didn’t seem too pleased to see him. ‘Do not blow your cover, Brad!’ I told him in the mind link.

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"Brad, are you alright? Should I get some help?" "No, no. I'm fine." Brad waved his hand and tried to get up, but his body swayed, leaving Sean with no choice but to let him lean on his body for support while heading to the exit. ******* Oswin, who watched in amusement, turned mad again once he saw Brad's and Sean's bodies touch. He followed the two quietly as Sean was looking for a place to sit. One thing he noticed was that Brad intentionally sneaked every opportunity he had to let the tip of his nose brush against Sean's cheeks and the crook of his neck as they walked. The latter was too worried about Brad's condition that he did not notice someone was taking advantage of him. The second

I stepped backward before Brad turned to look at his secretary. “Ah, you’re here. I hope everything was in order,” Brad said before he was putting his shirt over his broad shoulder as if Sabrina was not staring at him. He moved to get the pants that were on the bed before he turned away from Sabrina and me and put it on. He tossed the towel onto the chair nearby. “We have a slight problem,” Sabrina said as Brad strode to her. He took the papers in Sabrina’s hand and he stood there near him. I felt a pang of envy when he was near Sabrina and she could smell the nice sandalwood scent of his.