Brandon Routh Novels & Stories

In a family defined by massive egos, volcanic tempers, and enough shredded muscle to fill a stadium, you needed someone to keep the pot from boiling over. Brandon wasn't just some impulsive brawler, though. At 6’4”, with heavy shoulders and a frame built for impact, his prowess on the ice was undisputed. Along with Viktor Petrov, he formed the defensive spine of the Stormbreakers—Viktor was the silent sentinel, while Brandon was the life of the party. That lifestyle hadn't been an issue until a certain elegant journalist decided to splash Brandon’s late-night exploits across a digital front page, earning him a half-season suspension for "conduct detrimental to the pack."

As my older brother, it was his role to be protective and it was his role to worry about me at times like this, but I thought he would understand better than the other three. "You want the truth?" Bradley stood up from his seat and looked around at all three of the males in the room. Link and Jackson were holding into their mates like Bradley would attack them in a room full of people who could easily take him down. I knew that, even if this was a game, he wasn't stupid enough to kill me with everyone around. "It would be nice," Luca muttered sarcastically.

If this camp is an indication of Clay's abilities, then with just him leading, the rogues would have failed. I slip out of the corridor and into another one, slowly making my way to my destination. There aren't many people, so I assume that most have left for the battle. After a few more turns, the exit is in sight. Just as the map showed, there are only two guards standing in the path. I wait a couple minutes to be sure there aren't any other men before I make my move. I rush straight towards the man on the right. Using my momentum, I propel my fist straight into his throat. Following the movement of my arm, I pivot to face the other man. I catch a glimpse of his wide eyes as I use my free

The cars driving into the compound caught their attention cassandra was in a short white pant and a crop top while tay had a beige pant with Kerl's shirt. “Wow, it's finally show time '' Brandon says with so much relief like this was some game to them. “Right this way gentlemen '' Brandon walks over to Roland and Henry who had smugs on their faces. “This place hasn't changed so much since the last time,” Roland says but Brandon is not in the mood for his sarcasm or bad manners. “It certainly hasn't, but you would have known if it did... But it is rather unfortunate you almost had your brother killed '' Brandon replies with a dangerous smug. His phone was hanging in clear view. He was ruthles

I’d love to see her on her knees, nude and lush, as she sucks teasingly at my aching balls, looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes. But what the fuck is Minnie doing here? Faintly, I hear Helena speaking. “This is Brandon, from Villanova. Brandon, would you like to say a few words about yourself?” The Brylcreem boy practically bursts with excitement and opens his mouth for an introduction, but I don’t hear any of it. I think he says something about having a long-standing interest in multi-family housing, but I could be wrong. He could be reciting the dictionary, for all I know or care, and after a short smatter of applause, Helena smiles at Minnie.

Braze had hoped that one day he might be graced with finding his other half, had yearned for the day when he could take comfort in the fact that he would never have to be alone again, but this… He had not prepared for this. Brandon was an exuberant, loud, colorful, magnetic, look at me, see me, type of person. He was popular and lively and walked with his head held high and a swing in his hips. He wore glitter and leather and anything and everything in-between that made him stand out in a crowd. He was, taller than Braze in his 6 feet, and wasn’t afraid to make a scene or have all eyes on him. He lived for the spotlight, an exhibitionist to his very core, and the very opposite of Braze himse

he said, saying his name to me. "W-what? Nice to meet you again? Did I meet you before, huh?" I asked him. I'm really confused about him. "Yes. Actually, we saw each other again before, but you can't remember me anymore. I'm your boyfriend's friend," he said. My eyes widened as I heard him saying that word. "Oh, my goodness! What did you say? My boyfriend's friend? Is that what you say to me, huh?!" I grumbled. He nods. "Yes, Kate Rose. I'm your boyfriend's friend. You're the girlfriend of my friend Dark Louiz. Am I right?" Brandon said, smiling. Now I know who he is. He's Brandon. One of Dark Louiz's friends.

His hand is resting on Rosa’s leg in a way that makes me want to break something. “He was fine,” I say, crossing my arms. “I believe our companies will be working together for a long time.” That gets him. Brandon finally looks at me, his face lighting up. “Really? That is amazing news!” He turns to me, beaming. “He is so clever. He built Couture Collective from nothing. The man is a genius.” “Absolutely,” I agree, even though what I really want to do is scream. Rosa moves a little, clearly not liking how Brandon’s focus is now on me. She cuts in with a voice that is too high, “Um, honey, we are missing the best part of the movie.”

"What's wrong with you, Brandon? What's your ability?" Bradon's gaze turned distant for a moment. He had never tried it in his past life because, before he could master it, he died. "I have dual abilities—control over wind and metal," he told Liam truthfully. "I discovered it when you were asleep last night at the pharmacy." Sensing Brandon's words seemed to be real, Liam couldn't help but feel awe and appreciation. He hesitated. "Can you show me?" he asked, almost whispering. "Your ability, I mean."

I don’t know if it will even lead to my freedom or doom all of us! But I will not submit my soul to the devil…. I will make James Russo pay for it!!! I will make his life a living hell.. He has made my dream of a marrying the man whom I love destroyed along with many wishes!!! The door opened and my brother walked in with Aunt Greene and Lilian. “Dad it’s time....” Leo Ronaldo said and my looked at me with a firm nod. I sighed as I exited the safe walls of my lavish bedroom where I spent my whole 23 years growing and happy....