Brandon Routh Novels & Stories

There was no answer from Brandon, only the sound of heavy rain in Rose's ears, in the dark she could not see Brandon's face clearly. "Han?" call Rose. "Brandon?" Rose looked at Brandon who tilted his head, it turned out that the child was fast asleep, hearing Rose's fairy tale. Rose sighed, now it felt like she was completely alone in the dark, she was terrified. Over and over again Brandon wanted to hold his neck, still aching and aching from Rose's beating. How not, Rose, a martial arts athlete, and basketball player, is sure to have a very strong punch. Of late he's also been studying fencing. Rose picked up something in her bag, something to cure Brandon. He was always ready to bring the

“If she was supposed to recognize you, she would have done it by now. It's been more than seven years now. When she doesn't recognize me, there is no way she would do it to my friend.” “Don’t be too confident. Your appearance changed and it is the boon granted to you by God to marry Sophia and take revenge on Lawrence. But I'm the same guy with the same face. She may recognize me.” Brandon cautioned but anyways agreed to Saul when he saw a disappointment flash on his features. He walked towards Sophia with Saul in a bright smile. “Hello Sophia, let me introduce myself to you. I'm Brandon, childhood friend of Saul. Both of us studied in the same school and went to the same university.”

Even though Brandon is gay, he’s the one that I’d always wanted. Brandon is hot. I mean, like the hottest guy that I have ever seen. He is a mountain of a man, standing at almost 6’6”, with broad shoulders and muscles everywhere. He spends so much time in the sun, that he has a year round tan. Brandon’s tawny hair is cut short and he keeps it gelled so that his bangs stay off of his face. A light dusting of freckles covers the bridge of his nose underneath sky blue eyes, and he constantly has stubble along his strong, prominent jaw. Just looking at him is enough to make me wet.

Or maybe someone could just punch the smile out of his face. ”Hello, I’m Mitchell Rashford, new Ceo of MitRash group. I’m here to clear out the air of rumors which has been going on for a while now after I left my wedding reception and dump Brandon here.“ Brandon stood ready to kneel down to propose the next wedding day when I stopped him.

All her life she thought Jeff was the most handsome man she’s ever seen but seeing this man standing in front of her, Jeff was just learning. “What is your name?” Brandon asked, breaking the silence between them. “Rhoda Cortez, sir,” Rhoda said as she bent her head slightly, not wanting to look Brandon in the eyes. Liam had told her not to look him straight in the eyes. “First of all, I would love to apologize for that night, I didn’t intend to force myself on you, I was high on drugs…” Brandon paused as his eyes drifted to Liam who quickly bent his head with guilt.

Brandon. "BRANDON!"

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.

Luca ‘Why don’t we just kill her already,’ Brandon mind links I sometimes despise that I left with Brandon and his mother, Breanna. Brandon’s father is Derek’s uncle’s son, Thomas Brooks. Breanna has done nothing but shove ideas of revenge onto Brandon since he could walk and it’s all he’s ever thought about. ‘Be patient Brandon. I have plans for her first.’

The person says on the other end” “I don't need to remind you, Brandon. Don't snitch on me. My weapons must not be short of one. I will find you and hunt you down. How are your kids? Demi and Tumi, right?” “How did you. . .” Brandon has a stupefied look on his face. “Don't worry. Do my bid and life goes on smoothly for you. I rise, brother.” “That sly thing!” Brandon huffs. His face gets red as he places a call and shouts orders across to his workers. “No mistake. I repeat, no mistake. . . Are they complete?. . . Good. . .The safe route. . . Great”

Is this real? ‘Brandon is going down! This is insane!’