Brandi Brandt Novels & Stories

They started less than a week ago, making me sick. She then sends a picture with the tagline Here’s some motivation. The photo is of her breasts and part of her face. It’s that stupid Brandy twat from work. I want to throw the phone away, but I don’t. Instead, I go to the pictures tab to investigate. Sure enough, more than a few of Brandy are in seductive poses, wearing little to no clothing. Plus, many videos of her solo and with Nathan. The first and most recent is from last night.

Brandon. THE END✨

She was an unmarried woman with a fierce temper, raising a herd of pigs and making a living selling pork. On the day he was sent away, Rylan was still throwing a fit over not getting a new jersey. "Where am I going? Is it a resort?" he demanded from the back seat of the luxury car, his tone still bossy and entitled. "I'm bringing my figures and my game console! And make sure there's lots and lots of snacks!" Dad stood outside the car window, his gaze as lifeless as if he were looking at a corpse. "No game console. No figures. No designer jerseys," he said flatly.

He snapped, “Sugar tits, you’d better have a goddamn good reason for calling me on Thanksgiving.” Whoa. Chase called his publicist… sugar tits? That didn’t sound very professional. Brandt finished his beer and returned inside. He tried to sneak past the living room where the mamas and babies were holding court, but he heard, “Brandt! Come here.” Two million pairs of eyes bored into him. Okay, it was only India, Skylar, Libby, Ginger and Macie, but it seemed like more. “What?” he said to India, who’d tucked her new baby boy Ellison so closely to her breast he only saw a blanket covered lump.

She made me break up with the love of my life, Brandon, who was now the father of three beautiful children with a woman who stood by him. I still miss him sometimes, but he was from a poor family. I didn’t really care but my mother did. Brandon hated my guts after I broke up with him, he told me I wasn’t strong enough to stand up for my love, and truth to be told, I wasn’t. “Hello Ms. Williams, I am Jake Carson, I will be your bodyguard for a few months.” My head whipped behind to see the most beautiful man ever. So the rumors were true.

"Keep your filthy hands off me. You're not welcome here, Brandy. Leave." Brandy's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and frustration, her mask slipping further. She took a step closer, her voice laced with venom. "You think you can protect her from me? You think you're going to protect her from the world? She can stay hiding out in your villa forever, and she'll have to fight her own battles," she spat, her words biting through the air. "You're fooling yourself, Garrett."

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

“Only cause you brain washed him.” “Hardly, Brandi. Nick needed a woman, not a damn girl who kept him acting like a little kid! He needed someone who could show him that teasing fans with his stupid hip movements or the slight tease of skin by lifting his shirt was so over played! That he needed to man up and start being the singer that he could be. Than again, he needed way better fans than what he has now. Little teenagers who think they are so smart. Or fans that con people into getting their own way!”

'And I've always thought you'd be the one to see he got it. 'Oh, she did that all right,' muttered Brand. Tm still bearing the bruises.' 'My granddaughter is not a bruise,' said Mairead. 'Brandon, stop standing around being disagreeable. If you've got work to do, then get on with it. Go and impress a boardroom or something.'