Brandon Ness Novels & Stories

Jess continued, "I smelled shampoo in Molly's hair. I thought she'd just washed it—but hot showers, too? Even just washing hair, having that much water is incredible!" Her observation was sharp. Anyone who thought her just a pretty face would be mistaken. "Third?" Ray prompted. "Right," Jess went on. "You came from the direction of the East Canteen. There's a guy there named Brandon. After everything changed, he… mutated, like Doug. He gained abilities. He even fought Doug over control of the mini-market. Did you see the dents in the canteen wall? He made those by throwing rocks from a distance!

“Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. I can see you're PMT, so I called you, because Ness isn't answering her phone and I need to talk to her, do you know where she is?” What do you mean, do you know where she is? I can't believe he could have forgotten that me and the girls got together, he can't be that stupid, come to think of it he is that stupid. “She's next door, I will put her on.” I hand the phone to Ness and speak loudly. “Your brother is definitely an idiot.” Since the phone is not on speaker, we can only hear what Ness says. “What do you want Bryan?” - Why would we go to Arlington?”

“I’ll f*ck*ng kill him! We need to—we need to tell the police, or—” “He didn’t force me, Britney,” Brandon said without meeting her eyes. He smiled crookedly. “He didn’t need to. It was just some weird game of chicken that got out of hand.” He chuckled again, studying his hands. “I’m honestly not sure how it happened. I know it makes no sense. It’s just… When he’s around, it’s like my brain turns off, and I enter some kind of twilight zone in which sucking my boss’s d*ck seems to make total sense.” He huffed in frustration. “God, I don’t know how to put it into words. He’s just—he’s just a lot, you know? Larger than life. His presence just dominates everything, and we all end up bending over

“Their names were actually Sparkle Maxx and Rainbow Kyle?” “Yes, and you know it, and you care.” “I do not.” Brandon leaned over and booped my nose. “You do.” “I swear—” He cut me off with a grin. “Hey, can we pause the post-movie roast? I wanna ask something.” “Uh-oh.” “No, not like that.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly a little nervous, which was weird because Brandon was never nervous. Not around me. “Okay,” I said, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s up?”

"Six o'clock. Do you see the man standing there?" Brandon asked. He and Noelle were dancing. So, their bodies were pressed up against each other. It had been a long time since Noelle had done something this fun, and her breathing became a little uneven now. The tip of her nose was covered in sweat as well. After she heard what Brandon asked, she immediately looked over. "Yeah. So?" "That's the son of Brennan Townsend, the CEO of Tidalwave Holdings. He has been watching you for a while now. I'll introduce you two later, and you'll dance with him for a while. How does that sound?"

The words land like a hot slap across my cheeks. I swallow hard, her words hanging in the air. Brandon moves closer to his mother, sliding his hands into his pockets with a casual arrogance I remember all too well — the same dirty, proud smirk, the same tilt of his head that makes my stomach grumble. “Andrew didn’t mention to me that he was acquiring an old lady either,” Bran says smoothly. “And we spoke about three days ago. So I think all of this is bullshit.” A hint of arrogance colors his tone.

My retort was cut off by a chair scraping across the floor and another person joining us. “So word on the street is that we have a Luna,” a loud voice boomed. I glanced up at the owner of the voice, Brandon, who was a gamma of mine and headed up the small town of Norridge. He was an absolute pain in the ass, but a good warrior, and - most importantly - a good friend. “Manners maketh man,” Cody laughed. “If you didn’t hear it from him, you didn’t hear it at all. Who told you, anyway?”

Live. *** “So,” I say, bumping my shoulder into him. “How does it feel being a big NFL hotshot now?” Brandon lifts an eyebrow and smirks. “I mean, the fame, the money, the groupies… I’m obviously suffering.” I roll my eyes. “You’re never home. I live with your hoodies and the scent of your shampoo like a war widow.” He snorts. “You’re so dramatic.” “I’m just saying,” I tease. “You keep vanishing on football trips, and I start considering adopting a cardboard cutout of you. At least that one wouldn’t hog the covers or leave socks everywhere.”

The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

haunted, Win realizes with surprise. His concerns are confirmed when Brandon doesn't react to his presence, only a couple of feet away from him now. Win drops to a knee and places his hand gently on Brandon's shoulder, bringing him back to the present with a jolt he feels under his palm. "Win," Brandon blinks up at him, "hey!" Win knows that something is very wrong when Brandon fails to mock him for the marks, he knows are still marring the visible skin of his neck. His shirt and jacket only cover some of Alex enthusiastic attention.