Brandi Brandt Novels & Stories

I would have grabbed my phone, but there was nothing to do with it. “Mr. Brandon?” I called out. “Yes, Miss Brianna?” he glanced at me through the rearview mirror before looking back at the road. “Sorry to bother you, but could you play some music? I’m dying of boredom here,” I pleaded. “No problem, Miss,” he said, and soon *Motorsport* by Migos, Cardi B, and Nicki Minaj started blasting. “Oooooooh, Brandon, you played the right song! I love this song soooo much!” I squealed, and he chuckled as I rapped along with Cardi B’s verse.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

A busty older Black woman with gray hair stops when she sees me. “Giovanni Caputo.” “Janis, good to see you.” “I’d say the same, but I’d be lying.” “What brings you here? With that hot young thing on your arm?” She sizes Brandi up. “Hi, I’m Brandi.” “Dr. Ucemba—nice to meet you. You look familiar—have we met?” “I’m an interior decorator—you might’ve seen me around.” “Hmm, maybe. So, Gio, why are you here?”

She needed to see me with someone else. At that moment, Brandt stepped out of one of the rooms, the curtain fluttering behind him. I was surprised to see him here. I wasn't paying perfect attention earlier, but I thought he was going to be with Honey tonight. I wasn't sure what was going on with them but he was acting differently. She was different. Not his usual type, Honey struck me as virginal. New to the BDSM world and learning what it meant to be a submissive. Was she beyond that curtain, even now? But that didn't make sense, otherwise why would Brandt be leaving her alone? Something didn't seem right but he didn't leave me to wonder. "I've got a sub primed up in there with my cum on he

Her curly hair is tied in a pony and she has similar makeup to mine. She is gorgeous. No wonder Marcel treats her better than others. Smiling, I moved my glass to my lips when.... "Damn, isn't that Imani?" Brandy asked taking my attention. She is staring in a direction. I followed her gaze and I saw Imani chatting with two women. I lowered my glass as I stared at her. "She looks good," Brandy said. Wait, if Imani is here, and this is an award night and Brandy's cousin is a rapper, then.....

There was a knock on the door and before Aiden could open his mouth to answer, the door opened. “Yes Alpha? You called for me.” Brandi walked in with what she assumed was a sexy pout. “Am I in trouble for anything?” She batted her eyelashes at Aiden and he heard Jax choke. She shot a glare at Jax as he barely contained the laugh behind his choked cough. “Excuse me, something stuck in my throat.” Jax pointed at his throat and shrugged, getting himself in control again. “Yes, Brandi what have you been up to this afternoon?” Aiden asked her turning her attention back to him, she smiled at him in a sultry way.

“You heard it here first ladies, the city’s most eligible bachelor is no longer on the market. That’s right Elliot Brand, founder, and CEO of Brand Enterprises is no longer a single man. Sources close to Brand have confirmed that he is engaged to be married.” The female talk-show host was shaking her head as if some tragedy had occurred, “That’s right, Bryan, not only is Elliot Brand off the market, but he is about to become a father.” “Well, that was quick, Shelley!” the male host flashed his perfectly straight teeth, “Who is this mysterious woman?”

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

Brandy rarely allowed herself the luxury of being sick. In the harsh, unforgiving world she navigated, illness was a weakness she couldn't afford—especially not for the sake of her four children. Emily, Ella, Kenzo, and Kevin were her heartbeat, the only reason she kept her head above water in the rising tide of her life's chaos. Fainting for three days straight was not just unheard of; it was a terrifying lapse in her defenses.

Unremarkable. "I swear she's doing it on purpose." Val throws her head back dramatically. "I'm serious, Frankie. Every time I start liking her, she says something so unbelievably stupid." I laugh, sinking lower into the water. "The hot beta?" "The hot beta," She confirms. "The one from the Ridge Pack?" "The very same," Val grabs a sponge and points it accusingly at me. "Last night she told me she believes birds are a government conspiracy." I blink. "I mean, once I watched this really convinc–"