Romans & histoires Brandon Rogers Characters

“That’s all you’re going to get. He left me, and I was happy to have him gone. As I’ve said, I doubt very much that he suddenly wants me back.” “Until you tell me the truth, I can’t comment.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s all the truth you need.” Jack’s thundercloud of an expression told Morgan he disagreed. “Time will tell.” He took a step back. “Who is your ‘friend’ in Houston?” Knowing she hadn’t heard the last of Jack’s questions about her broken engagement with Andrew, Morgan took a bracing breath and answered, “His name is Brandon Ross.” Jack’s jaw tightened. “Is he more than a friend?”

I heard their roars and threw one of the rogues towards Aiden as he shifted and swiped his paw on the rogue’s neck and dislocated his head before he even touched the ground. Damn, my man is sexy as fuck when he goes all Alpha. ‘Show me later,’ Aiden said. Even now, he is listening to my thoughts and still protecting my sister and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rodrigo. He is fighting two rogues. He has shifted, and it’s the first time I've seen his shadow maw. He isn’t as big as I am, though. One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Avyanna's point of view: She just shouted; the end stumped away from us, is she for real? Brandon seemed not to trust Roger's wolf, neither did I. I can’t say the same for Rebel. In no time, Brandon shifted to his wolf then went for a run. It was a sign that he was in no mood, and I kind of understood him. I have to say it again, foolishness runs in the blood of our family - it’s official. I mean, how could she be that dumb to trust someone she barely knows.

My instincts were correct. The Flagstaff pack members, led by Malcolm and Miranda, come at us on the left, while Brandon leads his fighters in an assault on our right flank. By focusing our efforts on taking down the Rogers Lake crew, we manage to quickly bring their numbers down. At one point, Brandon runs directly at me. I see the vicious, blood thirsty expression on his face, and the gleeful satisfaction he seems at have at the idea of finally killing me.

Franka's arrogant look made Razer very unhappy. "There are many things that science cannot prove. I was just speculating based on existing scientific theories." Franka really liked to see her best friend crumble in her hands, and said with a mean smile: "So?" "so...." Cross veins burst out on Razer's forehead, and a little thunder and lightning seemed to bloom from the dragon horns on both sides of his head. The two started their daily bickering again (1/1). Roger, who was supposed to be the protagonist , suddenly became a peripheral character. Looking at the two "living treasures" who were part-time losers across from him, Roger wanted to return to the necklace. It was so floating outside t

The only person who knows that Ella hasn’t been marked is Roger… if the Prince knows too, it’s because my brother told him. I’m not surprised by Roger’s betrayal. He’s had it out for me since day one, and his heroics with the rogues was always highly suspect. It was much too convenient that he happened to turn up just in the knick of time when Ella needed him that fateful night, and his overtures of friendship in the time since have been completely out of character. For a moment I wondered if he truly did have a soft spot for the human – if anyone is capable of thawing his frozen heart, it’s my Ella, but now the truth is clear.

Kellan yelped in pain, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. Meanwhile, Bryn lunged at Rogers from behind, his sharp teeth aimed at Rogers' neck. Rogers, sensing the impending attack, spun around just in time to block Bryn's assault with his forearm, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through his arm. The battle raged on, the clash of growls and snarls echoing through the training ground. Rogers fought with all his strength and skill, his movements fluid and precise, his every strike calculated to incapacitate but not to kill.

"I know!" "It's no wonder they wanted your head." "Roger." "Really! Look at those blues! Oh. Sorry. You can't right now. But really! With eyes like that, he could have Trump in anklets and waist beads in no time—" "Roger!" "Sorry! Sorry. My point is, he's Brandon Wade. Now I don't know him personally, but I don't think he would be on my screen if he gave up easily, and off the way his family regards you, he wants you. Want a piece of advise?"

“You could never kill her.” A smirk split his face. “Not me, of course.” My eyes squinted at him, clawed my best deep on his chest. “Try it. I won't let you get near her even an inch!” As our battle raged on, something caught my attention—movement from the corner of my eye. My focus shifted momentarily, and that's when I saw them: Rogues, fucking Rogues appearing behind Alpha Brandon's pack. Shit. They’re in league with him.