Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

She burst into laughter and continued, "We made a bet. I told them that the proud heiress of the Hawthorn family would never tolerate the man you loved cheating on you. Initially, I thought you'd storm out in a rage. "However, Bryce said you were hopelessly in love with him. He bet that you would never leave him even if he brought women home." As she spoke, Bryce crouched down and personally helped her out of her high heels and into a pair of slippers. His voice was gentle and soft as he spoke. "I'm not going to look for other women. All I need is you." Selina shot me a sidelong glance upon hearing his answer, her lips curling into a smug smile.

Summer and I weren't from Hayland; we were outsiders from Brighton, but fate had led us here, and together we were surviving. Sometimes, I would trouble Brandon to get it over with, claim each other and move on. We didn't need the Bluemoon to claim each other; we were fated, but he wanted to wait for the Bluemoon. He said he learned it was more intense, and the connection we would make under its blissful light would be worth our while. He wanted it to be even more special than the first time we had made love. Brandon was a romantic and gentleman. Above all, he was devoted to his duty and his people.

And when he looks back at Theo, he says, “Eugene Theo Pitchford. You arrogant, shrewd, *asshole King.” However, the voice doesn’t sound like Brandon’s voice. The sound is scratchy, as if the owner of the voice hasn’t been using it for a long time. Theo looks at Brandon. His brows furrowed. This might also appear weird to him. “I will kill you for even trying to impregnate her!!” Brandon screeches. “She is mine!” Touching her? Is Brandon in love with someone in the harem? Someone from the five women who bear Theo a child?

Cold, final, impenetrable. It was the look of someone who had stopped loving. Caleb’s chest caved in. The warning Brandon had once whispered echoed mercilessly in his mind: Once I’m done loving you, I won’t look back. The medics lifted Brandon onto a stretcher. His arm dangled awkwardly until they secured it, his leg stabilized in a brutal splint. Caleb reached instinctively, but Brandon turned his head away, shutting his eyes tight as if Caleb’s existence pained him more than the exposed bone.

Brandon POv After a long stretch of silence, Cameron turned to the grave, crouching down like he was greeting an old friend. “Mom… this is Brandon like he told you. He’s the idiot who leaves all the lights on in our apartment and steals the covers. And he’s the one I’m gonna marry tomorrow.” I smiled, the corners of my lips twitching even as my chest hurt. Cameron looked up at me, then back at her. “He’s also the one who makes the best pancakes when he’s trying to apologize, and the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not broken.”

Brandon explained, his voice tinged with affection. "From the depths of my heart, I made a solemn vow to him that I would never engage in any kind of romantic relationship with you. Jewel, you will always be my goddaughter," Brandon declared earnestly, rolling over to inadvertently trap my legs between his own. His gaze trailed slowly over my slightly exposed nipples before he swiftly descended from the bed as if beckoned by a mysterious summons. "I'm sorry. It seems I can't make it up to you. So, I'll leave your room," Brandon uttered, adjusting his night robe to conceal the big bulge between his legs. I turned to face the window, my thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions.

Levi questioned, the older brother’s eyes going wide. Charlotte shrugged, “What can I say, it knocked me off my feet.” The blanket around Brandon began to stir, and soon it slipped away to reveal a very confused teenage boy. “Are you…,” his voice held genuine fear, “... are you mental?” “BRANDON!” Levi whispered/hissed. “I’m serious!” Brandon said back, “Do you hear her? I beat the crap out of this woman, and she is over here professing some kind of love for me!”

Caroline smiled, understanding her mother’s words. “Though I know my princess is smart and intelligent but still, in any case, he will get successful in fooling you by naming his lust in the name of love. I swear, princess, I will cut his balls.” Brandon said bluntly. Caroline’s eyes widened a few centimeters more, hearing him. Brandon stood from his seat, straightening his coat, “If ANYONE… ANYONE will just use and throw my daughter like a thing thinking her as a NOBODY; then I will personally throw his little brother away by cutting it from his body.”

"He paid a thousand pieces of gold to my aunty" Now Riven understood why Brandon was so hellbent on getting Layla. Apart from the vendetta they had against each other, Brandon felt he owned Layla because he had been the first to see her. Was it as simple as that? Or did Brandon have any other intentions towards Layla? Did he know what Layla truly was? Brandon The Shadow Warrior The seven deadly sins. They were all hellbent on getting his mate. What attracted them to her so much? Was it her blood? Or something else? And who knew what other danger was lurking out there, just waiting to pounce on his mate? He had to be alert and cautious.

It was standing straight up touching his toned stomach as Brandon was rubbing his hand up and down its long length, pre-cum was dripping from its tip. "Brandon..."I moaned as he kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing his length with his hand. My eyes couldn't leave this new part of his body. "I'm going to make sweet love to you, baby. It'll be slow and deep." His chest was still glistening with my cum, his mixed eye colors bore into mine with lust and desire, as he was ready to make love to me. Brandon was mine. He was mine and only mine. "Remove your bra, baby" he commanded.