Brandon Baker Booktok Novels & Stories

There's too much to talk about to try and fit it all into one week. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, snapping me from my depressing thoughts. The name flashing on my screen made my chest hurt. **Thank you for reading! I hope you're enjoying the book. Follow me on I*******m @rae.knight.author for contests, character decpictions, updates, and more.**

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

“Are you?” “No.” “But?” “But secrets don’t stay buried forever.” The words pressed against my ribs, as I nodded slowly. “Understood.” He straightened away from the wall. “Go back to work,” he said. “Act normal.” I almost laughed. As I stepped back toward the bar, one thought wrapped itself tightly ,around my lungs. If the world I’d stepped into was this connected, if people from my father’s past were still watching, if Brick had orders, then how long before Zander crossed paths with this side of my life?

“You...You just don’t understand!” “Make me understand...” Ezekiel shrugged. “No, because I wasn’t supposed to meet you. That night in the forest was a horrible mistake!” Brandon stiffly crumbled. "So I don’t need your help, I don’t want your empathy. I didn’t ask for a friend, I dont want you in my business. So stop with all the annoying questions. You’re driving me crazy!!" Your taste...your touch.....your presence.....it burns when I’m with you.

“Anyway. Academic fantasy. Not today.” Brandon tilted his head. “Why not?” “Because,” I said lightly, “I enjoy eating. And paying rent. And saving money.” “You should have that,” he said, matter-of-fact. “You deserve it.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. I’m practical. Painfully so.” “Tragic flaw,” he replied, grinning. Then he leaned over and examined the book more closely. “I believe your birthday’s coming up soon…” “Oh, no, no!” I immediately answered, knowing what he was thinking. “My birthday is in two months, and you can’t get me a gift like that. It’s too much.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you.” Brandon let out a deep laugh, throwing his head back to expose the strong column of his neck. “Don’t worry,” he told me once his laughter died down, and his fingers tightened on my waist a bit. “I think I can survive giving Faith Millar the best orgasm of her life.” “Brandon!” I shrieked, feeling heat creep up my cheeks as they burned like crazy. How could he say such things with a straight face? If not for the devilish grin on his gorgeous face, I would’ve thought he was unaffected. But it seemed like he was enjoying this a little too much.

will be caught up in studies so if I upload it now, it would keep you guys waiting weeks for updates and I don't want to do that to y'all. What's in the next book? Let's just say the spotlight will shine on the South. This means new characters, exciting backstory, and heart-gripping twists ;) In the meantime, I have two books uploaded on this platform including this book. If you could try my other Work, "Ascension of a Gamma", it'd really be a motivational boost. If you want to connect with me, you can find me on the following socmed platforms: Facebook: @CaineCasann Instagram: @cainecasann

“Go to the bathroom! I’ll go with you. I’ll stand right outside.” “No! I shall not pee until Philly!” I said, realizing my rhyme was even lamer than his. “Suit yourself. But I’m going to sit here and read my book and talk about waterfalls. And oceans. And spraying fountains….” He opened my book back up and flipped to where he’d left off. “Stop!” “And puddles. And lakes. And roaring rivers…” “Seriously, Brandon.” “There’s no way you can hold it for another decade!”

Brandon. THE END✨

103. Brandon's POV. I’d been cooped up in my room for hours, flipping through these heavy old history books that smelled like a mix of dust and ancient ink. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I kept bothering. I’d already gone through what felt like half of my father's library, probably more, and I still hadn’t found anything useful. None of it explained what Aaron was. What he did. The powers he had. The weird smell that followed him around. Or how his body just burst into flames like it was never meant to stay in this world.