Dio Brando Fanart Novels & Stories

he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

Brandon. THE END✨

“You should know more than anyone that I wouldn’t do anything that would harm the pack, Arturo. Therefore, I do believe that you should be aware that if anything is done by me, then it would be to help you somehow. The point of me being your beta is you trusting that.” His words were like a slap in the face, I had to admit that much. And the fact that I knew that he was right was a completely different case that I should have been aware of blindly. The man and I were brothers by choice and not blood. The two of us grew up together and though his father was not originally a de’ Medici, he was given the last name like most of the family members as they showed their brotherhood by blood. “You a

So, this isn't anything new, but Brandon is much hotter than the guy from last week. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the fluttering inside my chest as I dip the paintbrush in the blue paint. Brandon poses confidently, his muscles rippling as he leans against the stool in nothing but his jeans. The intense stare in his eyes is almost distracting, but I force myself to focus on capturing his likeness on the canvas.

the woman said, sassing Leonardo “I do! But he is my brother and that is different!” Leonardo said, making me laugh “so, M’lady, should I go by calling you Luna, opening the door for you, and making sure that you walked into the elevator first? Or can I call you Aurora, push you around, and make sure to race you through the elevator’s door, clicking on the close button when I know that you’re one step away?” “You don’t even do that to strangers, Leo…” Dante said, frowning at his best friend who smirked, keeping an eye on mine.

I was not surprised when I entered the room, I already expected to see a lot of weapons hanging on the wall, from knives to guns, even bow and arrows. "Here," Brando spoke getting my attention, I looked at him as he handed me a stick that looked like it was being used for arnis. "What am I going to do with this?" I asked in confusion and reached the arnis stick he handed to me. "Sometimes, I wonder if all the men the boss brought here are really stupid or just innocent and naive," Brando said smiling causing my blood to boil with extreme annoyance. "I'm not stupid," I said annoyed and out of anger, I whip the stick that he gave me towards his arm. My eyes widened when I heard Brando's scream

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

Big, cocky, stupidly handsome Gino the one who always winked at me when I walked past, the one who flexed his muscles at the girls like a dumb puppy. He was crying. Hard. Snot running down his nose. His hands tied behind the chair. One eye already swollen. His lips were busted, bleeding. “No! No, please, Brando! Don, please!” Brando stood above him, knife in hand. Not just any knife. A jagged-mouthed one. Curved like a devil’s smile. Rusty-looking. Nasty. He was laughing. “You let a girl get touched in my fucking club?” Brando growled. “You let someone crawl in and almost kill my merchandise?”