Brad Constance Novels & Stories

He grinned at me, proudly flashing a missing tooth, and gave me a playful wink. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, covering my mouth as I nodded enthusiastically. His grin widened, and he continued drying a beer mug with a fresh towel, clearly pleased that I had taken him seriously. Conor leaned in a bit, his voice deep and casual. "Oh, and that kid over there is Bradley. He’s Shortie’s nephew." He nodded towards Bradley, who was tall and skinny, with not much weight on him, but his eyes were striking—kind and surprisingly bright.

“Last night, through the bond we share—Serena reached out to me.” A stunned silence fell across the group before murmurs stirred the air like ripples on still water. Valerian raised a brow, Nivera leaned in, and Kiara’s hands curled into fists of hope. Serena’s brothers, Jacob and Edward, exchanged glances that held both relief and regret.

“Mrs Knight, um.. welcome. Mr Knight is in a meeting at the moment but I can show you to his office.” Emily looked up at the familiar voice, only to see James's friend that was at their wedding. What was his name again? Brad. “Brad? Right?” She said with a smile. “I didn't know you worked here.” Brad scratched his head awkwardly. It was really weird when people found out he was James's best friend and assistant at the same time. But he liked the job. “Well, I'm his assistant.” He laughed awkwardly. “Well, Brad. Please call me Emily.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but then she turned her head to her left and there was Cain, lying beside them, resting his weight on his elbow with his head propped on one hand, slowly stroking himself with the other. He smiled the moment she turned his way, and shook his head. “Good lord, Anne, that has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. You and Brad together? You’re both so beautiful, your bodies moving together perfectly. I wanted to be part of it, but I realized it was more important to watch, to imagine what you and I might have looked like together.” Brad slowly raised his head. “We’re keeping her,” was all he said. Then he rolled to his back, taking Anne with him. L

"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.

He looked up and glared at me viciously, the fangs beneath his lips faintly visible. "Yet you just let Elise off the hook with a casual apology. Is that fair to Lara?" Brad looked as if he was ready to pounce and tear my throat out at any moment. "Since your heart aches for Camille so much that you aren't even willing to punish her friend when she makes a mistake, then I'll do it myself. Now that you know the truth, do whatever you want with me. I don't care." I pondered Brad's words in my heart, feeling that something was fundamentally off. He had always been a simple-minded alpha, absolutely incapable of planning such a meticulous conspiracy. But right now, I had no evidence, so I couldn't