Dork Diaries Brandon Novels & Stories

Shane laughs, chucking a cushion at me, shielding his eyes from my naked body as soon as I peel the quilt back. "Worried I'll turn you on." I wink at him. "You'd be lucky. Hurry up, Rory's outside in a text fest with the others about how today is going to play out. Apparently even the girls are going to be scary Branston High scum when it comes to the Carlton lot." He grins back. "Is it wrong I want to see Priya try and look scary? The girl wouldn't hurt a fly." "Those girls are scary fierce when it comes to their friends though. I don't reckon they'll even need us there if it comes down to it." He flops down on my bed, picking up my I am Number Four book and starting to read it while I head

Brandon chuckled as he licked his bottom lip. "So, what are you up to today?" He asked casually. I continued removing the saliva of Lord Damon on my hair down to my shirt. Both my parent right now are looking for me. Perhaps they would feel odd again about me leaving them. "Eating lunch with my family," I said. Brandon then spoke, "How about later at night? I bet you're free?" He politely asked. I looked at him with wide smiles. Brandon is quite a good catch. Muscular, beefy, has some good scent, well built, and has prominent face. More like a latino vibe. Must say that he is indeed a package to have.

Perfect. His tongue makes a trail on my neck, my eyes droop. "I had to download the movie." Laughter bubbles in my throat, I twist my neck to get a view of his face but he ducks his head. Brandon is the only person I know who owns a laptop that has no movie, song, picture or streaming sites. If devices can be boring, then, his laptop wears the crown.

“Me too, dad.” “Now, we will never let you go on any type of adventure trip.” “You will stay with us just like the parents of other kids.” All these years, Brandon wanted to die, and for the time when he didn’t want to die. He could sense that the pain he was constantly feeling wasn’t some random pain. . #TBC

He no longer feared Damon and walked over to hug his leg, crying uncontrollably. "Waaah! Uncle Damon, why doesn't Valarie want me? What's wrong with me? I was even the school heartthrob! She's pretty, I know. Why won't she give me a chance? "Uncle Damon, you're the best! You're willing to drink with me when I'm feeling down. Hic!" Brandon cried. Looking at the flushed, drunken Brandon, Damon felt a flash of disdain and kicked him away. "Stop bothering me." Brandon fell to the floor, confused.

She knew he was a vampire because of his distinctive appearance. Dark sleek hair, sharp ruby eyes and skin as pale as the moon. When he smiled, she could see the tips of his pointed fangs. "I'm sorry I startled you," he smiled apologetically. "Vampires have this knack for creeping up on people." "You don't say," Diana replied drily. "I'm sorry," the boy said again. "My name is Brandon. Brandon Collins." "I'm Diana." Diana shook his hand, surprised for a moment at how cold he was. "And no, that wasn't my boyfriend. He's one of my triplets brothers."

LEO On my way in my white Audi to Darren's bachelor's pad, I am still asking myself what the fuck is happening to me. I kissed Diane Brandon. Twice. The Diane Brandon that got into my head the instant I saw her snooping around in my kitchen. The Diane Brandon that had the guts to call me a dickhead to my face. The Diane Brandon that does not know how to stop talking whenever she is around me just to upset me more and more. The Diane Brandon my sister warned me not to taint with my dirty mind.

I shot back, but the small grin tugging at my lips betrayed me. By the time we reached class, Diana was still going on about Brandon’s parties like they were some kind of sacred teenage rite of passage. “Vianne,” she whispered loudly as we slid into our seats, “you don’t understand. Brandon’s parties are legendary. Like people tell stories about them for months, It’s basically a crime not to go.” I arched a brow. “And what exactly makes them so legendary? Free pizza? Unlimited soda?” Her eyes widened, scandalized. “Excuse you. There’s a DJ, a pool, actual lights, not those crusty yellow bulbs you’ve got in your room…and…” she paused dramatically, “…the entire basketball team usually shows up

Brandon tells her “Aren’t you at work for Christ sake?” Cassie asks shaking her head Brandon was never the type to filter his words, he was always that one friend that could blurt out the most vulgar things anywhere he was, even at church and funerals, it was one of his characters that still surprised Cassie. “Oh please, spare me. Now get off my phone Adams, you need sleep, you look like a zombie” Brandon teases “I’m beginning to wonder why you’re my best friend” Cassie tells him

Brandon mumbles out an unintelligible reply that might be an "okay." "I need you to keep an eye on Dino," I say seriously. "He's a really good friend of mine, and I've known him for a long time, and he has a bad habit of getting himself into trouble. Can you make sure to watch out for him?" He's silent for a few seconds, but then he nods, even though tears are streaming down his face. "Thank you, Brandon," I say, giving him a hug. He leans into me, and when I stand up, he starts crying again, harder than ever.