Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

A few tears ran down my cheeks. This was it, I was done for now. I had tried to be smart for so long, but I was still caught in the end. Brandon looked up at me a few seconds later, a look of complete disgust on his face. "I just thought that you were annoying, but to think you're working together with Trevor? And he sent you here? Do you really think that he's in love with you, too?" The fact that Brandon had read the things I wrote to Trevor was already bad enough, but the fact that he also read where I confessed my undying love and loyalty to him made me want to die of embarrassment.

I whisper He stares at me for a few seconds and I walk away "You should see the way they defended you. Everyone wanted to shrink into the nearest wall." "Sam?" "Yes?" "Do you think I'm wrong by loving Brandon?" "No. A hundred percent no, do you see how he looks at you? It's different from how Ron looks at you. It's love but in different ways." "How so?" "Ronan's love is open, romantic,cute and protective while Brandon's is possessive,hot,loyal,overwhelming and so tough, it's full of sacrifices with one look you can tell that he wouldn't think twice about giving his life for you."

he insisted. “Aidan, I’ve stayed silent all these years. You’ve never respected me, and I let it slide. I never demanded your respect. Your presence alone has always been enough for me. Can’t you see how much I’ve loved you all this time?” Brandon’s voice softened, laced with pain. For decades, he had tried to show his love, only to be met with distance. “How can you say you love me when you’re planning to marry a woman whose daughter is my girlfriend?” Aidan shot back.

“Third Prince, we have used up the available Itsaul available in the palace and the flowers are not in bloom at the moment.” “It’s impossible that the whole of Eliza doesn’t have its extract. Send all the men out to search. You all have an hour.” Without wasting any more words, I walked back to my courtyard and left him to find a solution. “My lord,” Brenda was at the entrance of my quarters alone. Her dress was beautiful, different from the style that she usually had on. A better replica of what Zira used to wear. “My new dresses just arrived,” she added her eyes shining with hope.

"Yeah. Why?" "Because he isn't located all that far away from there, and we could pick him up." He provides the offer. "Really?" The chorus was performed by Sophie and I. "Sure. I'm going to give Brandon a call to see if he is available to come." Mark says getting up. "Hey..." He then leaves Sophie and I alone in the room and goes into the other room. "Are you getting excited about it?" I inquire after Mark has left the room and is no longer in earshot.

the woman asked. Without any hint of hesitation, Brandon's response was resolute and unwavering. His voice was filled with softness and love as he looked at Liam. "He's my lover, my husband, and my wife," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He really hates this kind of woman. A woman who has no dignity in her body. He then glared at her as well. "And he's Jarvis' brother," he added, emphasizing the depth of their connection.

His return was good news but things were about to get nasty and there was no way they could stop it. “Brandon.. Have you seen Tay. where is he?” Kerlson asked, walking down the stairs but Brandon could not bring himself to say the words. How could he tell him, who his lover was? They had left in search of him, he was back but the den he just escaped from was where his lover was trapped. “I was talking to someone?” kerlson roared angrily. He did not like them being all quiet when he just wanted to be with the man of his life.

“And now I will unmake everything you are.” John rose to one knee, dagger shaking in his grip. “Then you don’t know what love is.” He lunged forward. The shadows struck out like claws, but Saraphina appeared beside him, slamming her staff into the ground. A dome of silver light expanded outward, holding the shadows at bay for a moment. “You get one shot,” she shouted. “Touch her heart. If she’s still in there, she’ll respond.” He nodded and ran. The ground broke beneath his feet. The world blurred, but all he saw was Sarah. His Sarah.

“Assets that need to become quieter than they currently are. We were told you appreciate discretion.” “I appreciate very little else.” Brandt folded his hands. “Tell me the shape of the problem. Not the names. Never the names, at first.” I gave him a shape. A married couple, complicated holdings, a wish to restructure through vehicles that wouldn’t attract a tax authority’s affection. It was fiction, but it was fluent fiction, and I watched him relax by the exact degree that tells you a professional has decided you’re real. “Your husband is quiet,” Brandt observed.

ADRIENNE’S POV Our lips were still locked against each other, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He tilts his head, nudging my lips open with his, and I sigh in pleasure as he deepens the kiss. I was starting to enjoy the kiss but something felt different. The kiss was beginning to feel forceful and commanding and as it deepened, I knew this wasn’t meant for me. It was like, he was trying to get at someone and I could definitely feel the anger in his every move. I break off our contact and take a step back, just to find his eyes locked with a red hair lady who had a red strapless gown with white flower pattern on, which stopped halfway from her knees. She had a red wedge on, so I kn