Novel & Cerita Brandon The Lover

I raised my hand to give him another punch but he spoke up, stopping me. “You should get away from Lucille too.” He sneered, spilling out more blood. “You are her ex-husband who cheated on her with her friend!” “What?” I frowned, feeling very annoyed. I felt insulted by those words and the angry look on my face became intense but Brandon wasn't fazed, he smirked. “Is that a lie?” Brandon asked. “You cheated on her, divorced her and now you are acting like a saint, claiming her. You see me, I did neither of those! Lucille is my lover and only I have the right over her!”

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

He focused all his effort on stemming the flow of Morgan’s blood. But nothing helped. The blood just kept running, flowing… “Hang on, cher. Stay with me. You can’t give up, not now. Je t’aime, mon coeur.” “You love her?” Brandon’s voice sounded thin, unsteady. He seemed shaken. “It’s not bullshit. You really love her?” Jack didn’t have time to spare him a glance. “Yes, I love her, and I’m sure you’ll find some way to use it to cut me off at the balls. Right now, I need you to get the fuck out of here.”

"You make this seem so...reasonable, Bran. Just kissing and cuddling, okay?" "Oh course, mom." Brandon kissed the back of her neck again as he spooned her, arm under her breasts. He nudged her to roll over and face him, smiling at her as he hoped to change the slightly worried expression on her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand. "You are so lovely, mom and I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Ann returned the kiss, marveling at how much she missed this simple act of love and passion.

I guess I was lonely and desperate to get the spot that I have to charm him even in my dream. “Hi,” he said as I was blinking a few times at him. I smiled before I was opening the door even more. “Hi, yourself,” I said as I stepped aside when he entered my one-bedroom apartment. I was nervous as he was taking in my minimalist apartment before I was standing behind him. “Are you ready?” Brandon asked me when he was taking his fill of me. I can sense that he was undressing me with his eyes only. Now I felt even more conscious of my dressing.

It’d be necessary once she was Luna. Brandon was the first to show up, lugging a case of beer. “I will say, thanks to you two, I was forced to sleep with another girl who was not my mate.” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I am sure that was such a struggle for you.” “The horror!” he cried. “I truly hoped that a lay like her would be the one.” “Anyway,” I dragged out, “Lya, this is Brandon. Feel free to shut down any and all advances he tries to make.” I shot him a glare.

And besides, is she a nice girl? From what Adrian told, the man named Brandon whose heart is now in Adrian's chest is Diana's lover, who almost brought her to marriage before he died. Adrian's mother couldn't help but wonder how deep Brandon's relationship with Diana was. She was filled with uncertainty, because before meeting Adrian, Diana had already laid her heart on Brandon. In contrast to Kat, the innocent and pure Kat, who from the beginning put her heart only for Adrian. A nurse knocked on the door and then brought the news that everyone had been waiting for. “Doctor, the patient is now conscious.”

If Brandon perishes on the battlefield, then it shall only be because they had slain Alcina first to get to him. Of this, Alcina had declared, utterly absolute in the truth of it. They would have to stab her heart while it still beats before they could touch what Alcina loves—Brandon, whom she loves more than anything else in the world. Brandon had drawn Alcina in, then, despite Alcina's angry scowling, arms wrapped tightly around her waist and had pressed their foreheads together, lips brushing hers. "My dragonheart," he whispered. "You cannot come with me to the battlefield because if anything ever happened to you-"

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

“Okay, now you can sleep peacefully. Bye, good night.” “Dad,” I stopped him before he would have disconnected the call. “Yes” “In the past year, I have observed that Brandon keeps himself away from love or any feelings related to it. Do you know why?” I asked him to know what was stopping Brandon from falling in love. “Is it because of the death of his mother and sister?” “Brandon has a past about it, Sophia, a worst one, which changed his entirely.” “And what is that, dad?” “He used to… not used to, but I guess he still loves his girlfriend. After losing his mother and sister, she was the only source of light in his life until his girlfriend was raped, and she ran away, leaving him.”