Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

Do you know this feeling when you should not do something but you did it anyway? This is what I feel right now. I try to do everything to stay away from him. But no matter how much I try I find myself close to him Every time I feel him close to me. Every time I smell his cologne Every time I feel his breath on my skin. Every time I feel his touch on my skin I feel the Passion lighting between us. Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more

I palm his cheek, the pad of my thumb caresses his prominent cheekbone. "You can teach me; you can show me how." Brandon's hand comes to the small of my back, my legs tangle in the sheet when I try to change position to straddle him. He catches on to my movement, lifts me so my legs are resting on both sides of him. "You don't get it," he says. "In my world, there is no lovemaking, just plain fucks with no strings attached. I cannot love you, Elna."

“I just have some handouts here to bring to the drama department for the trainees. The instructor said to bring it before their duty ends.” Zach couldn’t contain the fear. That time, 11 years ago, wasn’t supposed to leave his mind until now. Zach weren’t a man if he ever made her cry, and it proved one thing for Ethan. It’s such a shame for him to stand at the same bridge as him. “Oh, that sounds great. Are you delivering it yourself?” Ethan wasn’t bringing up the subject at all. It made Zach intimidated. Something about his words meant he doesn’t even care about Zach at all. Sam got betrayed by no other than his longtime boyfriend.

I could tell that Marco's feelings haven't changed and he still loves me. "Baby, I love you so much," My heart pounded so hard but I held myself enough not to betray my brain by my heart. I felt afraid that my heart is weak when it comes to Marco. "I just want you to promise one thing," he continued. I looked at his eyes and longing could be seen. I wanted to jump and embrace him but I should not be. "Please don't date anyone else,"

Lorenzo's voice was low Warren didn’t respond. His other eye which wasn't swollen fluttered open for a brief moment before closing again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Lorenzo snapped, grabbing Warren by the chin and forcing his head up. “I love her… I love Alexa” he rasped, his voice horse from the beating. Lorenzo snorted. “Love? You think love excuses betrayal, Warren?” His tone was sharp, laced with anger and disappointment. “You didn’t just cross the line. You obliterated it.”

asked Brandon, aiming his camera at them. Ann Lori ignored the man’s forbidding glare and replied. “Early thirties?” “It adds up,” Brandon said to me, or to my phone, I’m not sure. “Young gent meets young lady from Amiens. They have an affair and he leaves to come back home. Turns out he leaves behind a lovechild out of wedlock, and that’s why she doesn’t have the family name.” That was a good theory. I looked up at the other two, raising my eyebrows.

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!”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

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.