Brandish 1 Novels & Stories

The crowd chanted her name in cheers as she returned to her field entry point. “You do realize, sister,” said Sebastian, lifting his left hand and rubbing his left thumb over his finger branding, “with how deep Frank’ speech was, the CMMA will not question his willingness. Bet you they have agents in the crowd and that you’ll be branded before we all go home, so we’re family now.”

And maybe part of me still longed for acceptance from my own kind, without any judgment. Unlike Zephyr, I didn't show up at the office every day or arrive as early. I only came in when there was a shoot or something important to oversee. And today was one of those days. Today, we had a major branding shoot scheduled for a set of new expensive condos we were about to launch downtown. The promotional material would run across social media, billboards, and client brochures, basically the face of the company for the next few months. I had to be there to supervise the concept, styling, and make sure the final product matched our vision of bold, refined luxury.

Grayson followed up so the siblings wouldn’t argue. “She’ll see you in the morning when she wakes up.” Brandon gets up from the bench to face Grayson and square his shoulders. He couldn’t measure up to Grayson’s full height, but he tried to be intimidating. “Until then, don’t bother her or you’ll have me to deal with.” Nobody will come between him and Marina, especially not Grayson. It did not matter if he was an alpha. Bran was an alpha, too. “Brandon—” Brianna tried to chime in, but she got cut off.

Wrapped around a dagger. My son has been branded too.

Brandy's mom responded, “good day ma'am, please tell her to bring the roasted yams and fried sauce and beef and fish” the Tife said, “how much sir?“ Brandy's mom asked, “as usual” Tife retorted, “Alrihht, she will there soon” Brandy's mom said, and he prepares the lunch and Brandy carried it to the Tife's office, “good afternoon” Brandy greets “welcome” Adesuwa said, and she glanced at her and watched her from head to toe, and the way she dressed, “and how may I help you?“ Adesuwa asked,

Brandy's mom responded, “good day ma'am, please tell her to bring the roasted yams and fried sauce and beef and fish” the Tife said, “how much sir?“ Brandy's mom asked, “as usual” Tife retorted, “Alrihht, she will there soon” Brandy's mom said, and he prepares the lunch and Brandy carried it to the Tife's office, “good afternoon” Brandy greets “welcome” Adesuwa said, and she glanced at her and watched her from head to toe, and the way she dressed, “and how may I help you?“ Adesuwa asked,

Branded. Take that, Mark

As I did this I noticed what is now a red crusty shirt that I was wearing. I probably should find a new one….As I looked around trying to find some kind of fresh clothing, I saw nothing but blood stained shirts…. “Guess I will just have to keep it then..” I mumbled. Then I looked at the main piece of armour the bandit was wearing. It was a kind of fur armour. The fur looked to be switched in the rough shape of a torso and was then held tight by an assortment of leather straps. I got to work quickly trying to undo the amour. There were at least five straps on each side of the body. Each one was done so tight, it took me a little while to undo. As I got to the last two, I heard the sound of a

Brandon. THE END✨

It was a press conference to not cover, but to announce a new reality. Davidson watched it on the silent, wall-high screen in his office, the sound off, taking the pictures like punches. Victor Brandt stood behind a lectern bearing a logo strange to him—a simple, stylized globe bracketed by a circle of chain links. Behind him was a giant digital banner on which was inscribed: BRANDT GLOBAL VENTURES & ALLIED PARTNERS.