Dio Brando Birthday Novels & Stories

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?”

He grinned with blood in his teeth and took my hand. “Yeah, someone does.” I’d been the someone and we’d become friends. Brando was muscle but didn’t have a family who taught him to use the body of a giant to pound heads until he turned twelve. By then, I’d had two summers during camp to teach him to use his fists. He was loyal to a fault. His family had protected the Fabionos, a powerhouse Mafia family, for generations and should have known he needed training earlier. I suspected they thought no one would mess with him due to his size. Each summer, I picked the biggest mother fucker to go after so their neglect hadn’t worked in Brando’s favor.

He is the only one that I have seen that is handsome on an identification card. "Lucian Shane Giordano," I called out. "I never knew your name is Shane" "Yeah, but don't ever call me that" he warned but I smiled, finally I have seen his weak point. "Yes boss Shane" I answered with a smirk on my face. "Don't call me that" he warned again. "You were born on 17th October 1986" I asked and he nodded. But then again, I remembered something. "Wait, that's today's date. So today is your birthday and you told no one. You didn't even celebrate it" I half yelled. But he just stared at me with his unreadable expression.

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

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."

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

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, where are you?! Don't you think you forgot something important? Answer! Today is Tábata's birthday, have you forgotten?” Brandon's expression changed with Crystal's words alone. How could he forget that day that was so important to them? The birth of Tábata, when did it happen? "What's wrong, Brandon?" Enrique asked when he saw the change in him. "I'm sorry, Enrique, I have to go." Brandon said, taking his jacket. A laugh was heard from him before he left. "Did you forget that Tábata had a birthday?” Annoyed and not exactly by Enrique's words but by the reason in them, Brandon looked at him.

Doc replies. “Wait you said fiancé? I don't have a fiancé.” Brady denies. “She's sitting right here. Do you not recognize her?” Doc asks. “No. Sorry but I have no idea who she is.” Brady answers. “Do you know who you are?” Doc asks. “Yes Brady Thomas.” He replies. “And the year?” Doc asks. “2017.” Brady answers. “It’s 2019.” Doc replies. “What? You said 7 days not 2 years?” Brady asks.

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.