Colonel Christopher Brandon Novels & Stories

His eyes dart from the rearview mirror to the road as he drives out of the club. Khaid leans back and exhales. “I will find you and feed your carcasses to the birds, stranger.” “There's a problem, boss” “What is it?” “The consignment is. . .” “Brandon likes fire, doesn't he?” He smirks in an evil manner. “Let's see how much fire he can play with.”

Yep, he’s exactly like Luke and for sure a Beta, no doubt. “Brandon, go talk to Fin and have him get all of our warriors ready. If they realize she’s here we may have a fight on our hands.” The voice is firm but sexy as hell and I am positive that if Leia were not ignoring me at the moment she would be panting. The Beta who I now know to be Brandon winks and smiles at me and gives someone outside the door a comical one fingered salute while making a clicking noise with his tongue before strolling back down the hallway.

- Brandon spoke confidently. Christopher approached analyzing me from head to toe. His gaze was superior and evaluative, somewhat intimidating. -You think a rookie can unravel this, Brandon? I squinted my eyes towards him, feeling the pure nuisance of his words almost in a sarcastic tone. Collins was a powerful, egocentric and prely arrogant man. That was noticeable in just a few minutes in his presence. -I'm completely sure of that, Mr. Colins. - the man next to me said serenely.

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

Brandon. THE END✨

Namely, his second-least favorite American Revolutionary soldier. At first, Cassidy had just seemed to marvel at the fact that one of the Founding Fathers had joined their team, but then, the more time she spent talking to Alex, the more time she spent talking about him. Sure, he was an older, eccentric man, with a white powdered wig and breeches, but most of the guys around here were about a hundred years old, and Alex didn’t really look much older than Jamie or Elliott. So… despite her insistence that he needn’t worry about anything, it had crossed his mind once or twice that perhaps Cassidy didn’t even realize she was beginning to develop feelings for the gentleman. Brandon tried not to s

Part of him wanted to growl at the breach of his territory, but the colonel outranked him and had every right to barge into the office as if it were his own. Colonel Conrad Bronn was an intimidating man. Despite the fact that Jackson was a good three inches taller, the Colonel still seemed to look down at him. Everything about the Colonel was hard and demanding. His mouth was a thin line framed by a strong nose and heavy brow with a frown that never budged. His hair was cropped so close to the skin it was impossible to tell what color it might have been; even his camouflage uniform was perfectly pressed and straight.

Brandon didn't let the scent die down; he stepped closer, his posture demanding a response. “Why does your tongue probe the Alpha’s sanity, Brandon?” Collins demanded, his scent turning sharp with defensive pride. “Has his administration executed an action that suggests his wolf is broken?” Brandon shook his head quickly. “My line does not share a blood bond with his hall, which is why my snout is testing your perspective.”

No, bricks don't decay, not Legion bricks. A corporal sat ensconced behind three hundred pounds of solid oak. He wore the insignia of the 3rd REI, two five-year service stripes, and a pair of campaign medals. He'd seen a lot of colonels and wasn't impressed by this one. "Good morning sir, can I be of any assistance?" The colonel looked into the scanner without being asked,"yes, thank you. Colonel Dooley Marco, here for Captain Young's court martial. Could you direct me to the proper room?"

Far away, across the vast expanse of wintry wilderness and broken borders, Alexandro stood at the edge of the barracks, overlooking the sea. He hadn’t slept well in days. The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see was Serena’s terrified face. Her scent still lingered faintly in the sheets, but it was fading—like she was slipping farther away. His second-in-command approached with a scroll in hand. “My lord. A message from Valerian.”