Brandon Ness Novels & Stories

Moore put down the cup of tea on the table before he crossed his legs, showing a luxurious shoes from the brand Roose. “Brandon told us about it. He’s not good at hiding and I guess he never planned on hiding to us. He was so excited when he talked about Brent and so we got excited as well. You know, Brandon is 38 and he needs an heir and… Luna to protect him.” My forehead wrinkled. “Luna?” I asked. He lifted his hand and then gently scratched his temple. “Well… more like a Queen of the pack.” “Queen of the pack?”

Perfect. His tongue makes a trail on my neck, my eyes droop. "I had to download the movie." Laughter bubbles in my throat, I twist my neck to get a view of his face but he ducks his head. Brandon is the only person I know who owns a laptop that has no movie, song, picture or streaming sites. If devices can be boring, then, his laptop wears the crown.

His eyes dart from the rearview mirror to the road as he drives out of the club. Khaid leans back and exhales. “I will find you and feed your carcasses to the birds, stranger.” “There's a problem, boss” “What is it?” “The consignment is. . .” “Brandon likes fire, doesn't he?” He smirks in an evil manner. “Let's see how much fire he can play with.”

Brandon looks down at his feet and chews at his lower lip still faking it. Wow! Such a drama king. "B-But y-you see I-I have this allergy th-that causes things to a-appear on my body a-and I-I have this cream that I-I have to apply all o-over my body. I-I forgot t-to do that a-at home s-so I asked Braze to help me out a-and I-I know you're a-a nurse b-but you're also a-a woman a-and I-I don't want to g-get n-naked in front of you, you know about me I am shy person,and-and if you see those things you think I am ugly and I hate it when someone call me ugly...." Brandon stammers and damn he's good.

Brandon’s voice sounded right next to my ear a second later, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “I…I’m n-not!” I cursed myself for stuttering as I turned around slowly to face him. Brandon was wearing a dark red t-shirt today, with its sleeves pulled up to his elbows. The V-neck in the front was low enough that I could easily see the lines of his collarbone and paired with a pair of black jeans, he embodied the bad-boy vibe that he was well known for.

The smell of wet dog beginning to tinge Brandon's nose as he moved the cloth over himself "So Walter has never lost to any of you, huh?" Brandon chuckled. The competitiveness of Ezekiel's siblings always astound him, because he had never witnessed it before. "Well how did Lander do today in the sparing match? Did he at least get close to winning?" Brandon asked Nate. He knew that talking about Lander like he wasn't there would irritate him, but he did it anyway. It was nice to finally have something to poke fun at him about.

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.

“You're as bright as the moon and as beautiful as the stars, your, your mothers child, yes you are. From her you were made and to her you return and hopefully one day you’d be placed back on this earth, Ashley & Emily, Timmy & Neil and little April, back to mother goddess you return.” Brandon wasn’t his normal self and I’d expect that so I tried checking up on him inbetween handing out sandwiches and drinks, he stayed in his office after everyone gave there condolences and once everyone was gone I went to be with him. He was sitting in his office chair shirt unbuttoned and a bottle of something I don’t even know what it's called, but from the looks of it, it was strong. I sat opposite him bu

Brandon felt a little childish! ‘Is she can solve this problem?!’ Brandon wondered. Then he thought about the short title and the tough question. Although he had several solutions to this problem, all of them were dead ends. Brandon Luisones, the only son of an oil tycoon, ranked in the top 100 in the world and chairperson of a multinational textile corporation with a scale in the top 10 of this country. His family is wealthy, and almost ranked first in this city, but Brandon’s face is very rarely to see by other people because his parents do not publicize Brandon to the press and Brandon Nor did he like people to know him as the son of an oil lord.

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.