Browns Novels & Stories

I finally said to Scarlett who now turned around and asked Sandra why she was wearing my shirt. “Wait a minute so you know Aldric's wardrobe to its ends?" Sandra responded to Scarlett. “No, I know most of his custom-made pieces to their end, and that you are wearing is one of them," Scarlett smiled. “Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that Jack and I happened to leave our clothes in the living room, and I needed something, so I chose this from the closet. I'm sorry if—" “It's OK. I guess we started at a bad end. Let's do this again. Hi, I'm Scarlett Brown, CEO of BROWN STUDIOS," Scarlett smiled at Sandra and Jack, who also introduced themselves to her.

She felt her heart captured Thompson Brown is a man who commands attention with his powerful presence and striking looks. Standing at 6'2" tall, he has a commanding stature that exudes confidence and authority. Thompson has a well-built and athletic physique, a testament to his disciplined lifestyle and dedication to fitness. His chiseled jawline, adorned with a perfectly groomed beard, adds a touch of rugged masculinity to his overall appearance. Thompson's piercing green eyes are intense and captivating, often reflecting his sharp intellect and determination. His dark, neatly styled hair frames his face, adding to his overall allure.

my mother said, and I mumbled, "Thanks, Mom." "Who are they?" Mom asked, and Brown introduced himself to my mother, "Ma, I am Bryan George. And this is my mother, Athena, and my younger sister, Laura. I am a musician and popularly known as Brown or Brownie." "Alright. I see that you are my daughter's friend. Thanks for being by Clara's side during these trying times," my mother said as she shook hands with Brown and his mother. "You're welcome, Ma." Brown said, and Laura went to carry the second baby.

She took another look at him, and apart from the strange looking scar on his face, she didn’t see anything. "Is your scar perhaps, the tattoo?" She asked carefully. Brown simply chuckled. "I can see why you would think that." He sighed and placed the book by his side, sitting up straight. "This is not a scar. It is the tattoo of a sap." "Sap?" "Yes." He replied, nodding his head. "Sap. The material to make rubber." Gwen's eyes widened in understanding. No wonder his house looked stretched on the inside and different from the outside.

I don’t know why, but Sarah, his mom looks very familiar. As she read my mind, she says, “I am Sarah Brown; founder of No Size, my husband is the CEO of Brown Industries. My son is a senior in Washington High, which year are you in Savannah?” I am dumbfounded, Sarah Brown, how didn’t it strike me, her label is my favorite, it’s not too expensive but they have this idea, of not mentioning sizes and have a wide range of sizes and options. “I am in senior year as well.” I say lowly.

I look at the clock that shows ten o'clock in the morning, I get out of bed stretching and go to the bathroom where I relieve myself and then I take a quiet shower. It's a good thing I'm going to college tomorrow, otherwise, I would have been late. I get out in my towel and rummage through my closet for what I'm going to wear today. I decide on sportswear, which consists of black Nike tights, a black sports top, a white sweatshirt, and my white sneakers. I comb my hair and do some boxer braids.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

“But-“ “Hey!” We look up, my hand slipping out of his grasp, and standing there with some kid I’ve never seen before is Rob. Must be the new kid, then. The two of them are about the same height, and he’s just as lanky as Rob, but that’s where the similarities end. His skin is a lot lighter, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a drop of anything in his blood. He’s the type of white that burns in the shade, but when he looks up from the floor, I see that it contrasts his blue eyes. Newbie’s dressed nicely as well – a gold watch glints from his wrist as he gives us a little wave. He’s casually wearing white Air Force 1s that took me a month’s wages to get the same pair. He’s definitely got money t

The Browns were a military, business, and political family. The people in the Browns family possessed characteristics of being strict yet adaptable. Therefore, from the Browns' security guards, nannies to the owners, they always wore a serious expression when facing strangers. However, when facing their own family members, they displayed a friendly, humorous, and amiable demeanor. When Jewel appeared at the door of the Browns, the guard saw her and solemnly saluted her, saying, "Ms. Ho is here?"

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.