Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

He held up the book so she could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” she asked, reaching for it. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from her. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” “Just give it here,” she whispered, blushing and reaching for it again. “No, no, no,” he argued, pulling it away again. “It’s just starting to get interesting. Rodrigo realizes that he loves Valery, but she can’t be with him because she wants to rip his heart out and eat it.”

I say, my voice breathy from our kiss, “I want you to know that I love you. As much as I love Charlie, that is how much I love you.” Brandon’s eyes widen in surprise. He wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me into a tight hug. “I love you, too. No matter what happens. If I find my mate. If Mathias finds out that I’m gay and wages unholy war. Even if Selene herself pulls us apart. I will always love you.” Tears stand in my eyes at the depth of feeling coursing through us both. At a knock on the door, we pull apart and I see that Brandon is near to tears as well.

"Do you know that before this accident happened to Vivian, my cousin compared me to Brandon for being a damn coward? She told me that we were both the same.” And without Tábata and Sebastian seeing it, Brandon was listening to everything behind them. "He told me that we are both damn cowards for not fighting for the love of our lives. Maybe deep down she knew that Brandon really loved Crystal, maybe only cowards like us are destined to lose what we love most in the world.” Brandon couldn't do anything but stay still, everything seemed like Crystal was still in love with him but it was his attitude as a possessive man that had pushed her away.

I honestly don’t think I could take breaking up with him, my heart wouldn’t be able to. Just then the waiter returns with his change. After he leaves, Brandon leans forward again and whispers softy, “I would have to punish you and kill whoever you were playing with. I mean business because you are the only woman I have ever loved and ever will.” He states it so seriously, I wonder if he really would kill anyone that I touched. But then he smirks and says, “You know that waitress over there is hot though. Would you mind if I had a little fun in the back with her while you watched? Or would you prefer to join in?” As his eyes light up and then he begins to laugh.

We were completely alone. “Relax, Moissanite,” he whispered, leaning just slightly closer, voice low and rough, only for my ears. “You look like you’re in so much pain, but I know you love it. Love feeling marked. Love knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this broken and this perfect all at once. Look at you… can’t even sit properly. Every time you move, I know exactly what you’re remembering. How I stretched you open. How I filled you until you couldn’t take anymore. How you felt me deep inside you, every inch of me.”

It was quiet and peaceful and full of laughter as her mother recounted all the stories about her father. "Father did that!" "Yes, your father was quite crazy. He literally jumped off his moving carriage and ran over to mine shouting, "my love, my love marry me!!' gods, you should have seen your grandfather's face. He was furious indeed, even his face and neck turned red as he glared at your father," "Then how did your father agree to the union?" Eloise whispered, lying lazily on her bed.

“But even in your time, potions don’t exist. But if they do, your grandson might’ve used it on my daughter.” “Did he, ma’am? My boy is an heir. He doesn’t need a potion to make a woman fall head over heels. Brandon is a very wealthy and handsome man.” Mom’s eyes widen in shock. I have already decided that this is going to be a disaster. I hold Brandon’s hand under the linen. His grip tightens around mine. Brandon clears his throat. “Grandfather, Mrs. Hart. I love her, and she loves me. That’s only what matters. Isn’t that right, love?” He shifts his gaze to me.

Marco whispered against my lips. He slowly pulled back, making a cry of protest leave my lips at the absence of his body on mine. A satisfied smile was placed on his lips as his eyes hungrily scanned me. I followed the trail of his eyes to my neck and part of my bossoms that were visible to his lustful stare. Shit. My skin was littered with love bites. He gave me hickeys. He had branded me as his. "How do you like this?"he asked with a cocked brow.

Amar frowned at the statement from Brendon just now. "What do you mean, Boy? Do you have a lover?" asked Amar more curious. "No, Uncle. Brendon does not have a lover how could Brendon have a lover. If Brendon really loves Mutiara. Brendon wants to suit Brendon for Mutiara first. Before Brendon asked Mutiara to become Brendon's wife. Brendon did not want to make Mutiara a lover. Because Mutiara are too valuable for Brendon. Brendon also wants Mutiara to reach her goals first. While I prepare everything. Match up to be a husband of Mutiara Alexander Trixeon. Great woman who will become the mother of my children." said Brendon earnestly. Amar's heart beamed when he heard Brendon's answer. He pe