Dio Brando Birthday Novels & Stories

Brandon. THE END✨

We are already in November and it's almost Michelangelo's father's birthday. Romano has had an event for year and he's had a year that has shown in flames in more ways than one and for someone who loves to keep everything private or does things because he's afraid of losing the people he loves and he loves to verify things , even though he has been mean to me I think that he deserves a great birthday party and I've been in contact with Maria with regards to making this birthday a memorable one and the following month is Christmas on the 25Th so we needed to make sure that this was a memorable one for everyone and had been a difficult year and I don't think I can take anymore drama or anymore

Brando said it with a laugh. My face smudged, according to what I've heard. "It's just a joke, baby girl, but my baby and I have a plan to go to the wedding booth. We're getting married!" Brando sounds so happy. I stunned for a bit when I heard the word baby. Is this girl his baby? I swallowed as I poked at them. "You?!" I can't believe that I questioned. "You are not informed." Brando also asked a big question. "I'm not gossipy." I said more.

As I sat next to him, Brody poured a drink into a shot glass. "Here," Brody handed me the glass, "have a drink." I drank it in one gulp. He's very friendly. Is he really a mafia boss? "So how was your concert in Brazil, what was it called?" asked Brody, smoking his cigar. "Good. We managed to perform very well. The crowd likes us,” I answered stiffly. “Good,” said Uncle Brody, “have you considered my invitation?” "About?" I said, "I'm sorry. Too much has happened to me lately."

Brando said, and I hated to agree that Amanda sure is dangerous and can go to any length for what she wants. "I'll try talking to your mother," Brando assures me, and a genuine smile breaks on my face for the first time since I got here. "I owe you one, and I forgive you for bringing those things to my field," I said, referring to the girls that were loudly conversing. Brando smirks, rubbing the back of his head. "About that..." He starts. "What?" I said, raising a brow. "Yeah, I'm gonna need my favor now. We need your yacht for my girl Laura’s birthday tomorrow," he says with a grin.

Their father insisted that he take control of the companies, becoming the CEO of the Art Bio Leone corporation, where Dante served as the vice president. His father decided to leave the companies in his hands so he could travel with his wife, Mara Vitelli. Despite not being Bruno's biological mother, she had acted as his mother since he was young. He only held a few bad memories of his real mother, who had abandoned his father and left him behind when he was just four years old. He hoped to never see her again. It was the weekend, and his friend Brando Brown was celebrating his birthday with a party at his mansion. Bruno couldn't refuse the invitation, even though he hated parties. They had

Tábata said. Brandon laughed. "That won't happen, I would have to be reborn in another life very apart from you for that to happen. I know that even if amnesia comes to me, it will not be possible for me to forget this day, the most important day of the year because you were born. Would you forget my birthday?” "Of course not, Brandon. Keep in mind that on every birthday I will be there to bother you as much as I want.” "What would you do if I forgot your birthday?”

August fifteen. My eyes narrow at the digits circled in red ink on my phone screen. Is Josh right? Sinking my teeth into my lip, I contemplate redialing his number. Brandon's birthday is on the fifteenth, tomorrow, not the fourteenth like Josh was kind enough to point out. My hand grows clammy, I rub it on my nightgown and spare Brandon a look.

Brandon says, "I hear it's your birthday," revealing all of his arm tattoos thanks to today's sleeveless shirt. "That's accurate. In fact, today marks the day I was born, which was eighteen years ago. Oh my god! I'm 18 years old. The news finally clicks. My age, oh my.