Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

"Jocelyn, please! Even if you don't love me, we can start over. I'm begging you… Don't do this…" I pulled my hand free from his last grip, my voice sharp with mockery. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? "You never valued me when you had me. And now that I'm gone, you're desperate to hold on. How long are you going to keep this act up? "I'll say it one last time. I don't love you. Not a little. Not at all. I can't even stand looking at you now. Is that enough?" The words hit, and Brandon collapsed to his knees. All his pride was gone as he groveled in front of me, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying.

She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another’s love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace; And she forgave me, that I gazed

From those moments, I instilled in my mind and heart that he was the prince for me. I'm the most selfish person because I only wanted him for me and he is the most selfless person for he would do anything for all my whims. It was his actions that brought so much joy to me. But love is not as easy as a,b,c because you wouldn't be sure if that person you love, loved you the same way. It was only fairy tales and movies that made us believe though. Our journey to marriage taught me so many important things in life. Love is not all one thing. We make mistakes, we fail with our assumptions, communications, our emotions change from one moment to another and there are difficulties and apologies as w

An hour later, I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I just read an upsetting story and it made me cry. Why would she leave him like that? It's a novel made by an author named Hope, a romance, a slice of life genre. Volume one is about how the blind girl and her man fell in love but in the end, the girl disappeared, she left him! Without even saying goodbye! Is that what happened to Adam? He just left me hanging? I snorted while my tears occupy the spaces in my eyes. We aren’t lovers, why am I even relating myself into this? I heard the door creaked and it was my Zach.

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she always felt this familiar stranger at the back of her unconsciousness, reaching out to her like a long-forgotten memory. "You know," Talia said endearingly as she walked over to the closet, "I think you're in love with the Zao person." Sira rolled her eyes so much it hurt. "For real, though, you should have seen your face." "You were completely enamored." "And what exactly does an enamored face look like?" Sira asked dryly as she got out of bed.

He deadpanned, the smell of his cologne hitting my nostrils and I smiled slightly. "You care about me, don't you?" I narrowed my eyes in fake suspicion and he rolled his eyes as usual. I lifted my hand, placing it onto his cheek and I ran my finger across a small scar just under his eye. His eyes shut, his forehead coming down to lean against mine and this took me by surprise. It was rare that I had ever seen Landon even blink for too long. When he reopened them, I was stunned to see that the coldness in his eyes was now gone. Now they were just blank.

she sang, draping an arm across my shoulders as she pulled me through the bridal suite, “I have to admit, you’ve done wonders. The florist, the lighting, even the monogrammed cocktail stirrers? Brilliant.” I forced a polite smile. “Glad to hear you’re satisfied.” “Mm. Satisfied isn’t quite the word,” she purred, her tone tipping toward something more performative than genuine. Her perfume was overpowering—something stinging, floral, pricey. It stung my eyes. I played along. At least until I knew what game I was playing. She escorted me to a table laden with swatches, bridesmaid party jewelry choices, and three color-coded mood boards. I had set them all out, of course. Selene hadn't done a t

he announced, and noticed her breath hitching as his hands slid toward her inner thighs. He cupped her and watched her head loll back, lost in his touch. He saw the passion ignite again in her eyes. “I love the way you respond to me,” he told her, teasing her with his fingers as he brought his left hand up to support her head. “I love the way you feel, the way you taste and sound, the way you tremble like you are right now.” Now Shannon arched toward him, breath coming in gasps as she rode the wave of feeling, her arms circling his neck.

This wasn’t just about me anymore. My mother’s name was still smeared with lies. The inheritance that should have been mine was hanging by a thread. And Dad—he thought he could take everything from me. That I would let him. I exhaled slowly. Lifted my gaze. Then, with deliberate calm, I said, “Brandon and I are lovers.” Silence. For a moment, he just stared at me, his face frozen in pure disbelief. Then— “WHAT?” The rage I expected. The confusion? That was just a bonus.