Dork Diaries Brandon Novels & Stories

The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

I try and explain again. She looks across at me, a flash of concern on her face vanishes as quickly as it came. “Well, what about Brandon Mayers? He works at the gym too, right? So doesn’t he have a key?” Hannah reasons. Brandon Mayers is the boy I share work shifts with at the gym. He is tall and ripped, of course. But like, seriously ripped; he has bigger boobs than I do. He has a mop of mahogany brown hair, light tanned skin, and deep brown eyes. He is a great fighter too and we spar sometimes if we’re at the gym together; his dad Edward is one of the master warriors of this pack. Despite him being one of The Populars and close friends with Darius, Bridget and the rest of them, Brandon ca

The bell rings and we go off to class. As I'm walking to my English class, I feel somebody grab onto my shoulder, adrenaline rushes through me as I remember what had happened last night, I spin around ready to punch whoever it is straight in the face, finally feeling able to defend myself. But when I turn around, I see a kind smile light up a very cute face. Brandon. Brandon is the most popular guy in school. He's the football quarterback, six feet tall and straight up hot. He has spiked dirty blonde hair, and big beautiful brown eyes, plus his gorgeous 1000 watt smile. His teeth are so purely white that when he smiles, I swear it practically lights up the entire room.

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.

I said; I look at my door; it wasn't open; I turn to the window; and I saw that it has been slightly opened… "Hey; I'm sorry for barging into your bedroom; I just couldn't pass through your front; there's a strange restrictions at the door…" The boy I met at my bedroom said to me; he goes up from the bed and he is walking towards me. I push my feet back; I began to feel scared; I did not know when I hit my back on the wall; and he walks and merged my head with his; he smiles and then said; "my name Brandon and I am Drake's brother,"

He says giving my mother another friendly smile. Once we get out back I look around at all the people talking, dancing, eating, and messing around in the large pool. My eyes lock with the alpha's oldest son for a couple of seconds, before we both look away. Luke and I went to school with him. We never really spoke, we pretty much stayed out each other way. "Smell anything?" I ask Brandon, standing next to me. His nose flares a little, sniffing for his mate. He shaking his head. "Nah, but I do see a bunch of hot females." He smirks, looking around. I shake my head a little and watch him walk over and start talking to one of the females.

Tasha said, nodding in his direction. “Brandon's super cute, but he's kind of silly if you know what I mean,” she added while interrupting herself to wave at one of her other classmates who passed by and threw her an enthusiastic high-five. “They are all seniors," continued Tasha."That loud guy next to Brandon is Victor; don't even look twice until he calms down because he acts like it’s always party time."

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.

“What the hell is he doing?” Rubbing at her forehead, Charlotte scooted around the man, and her eyes followed in the direction he was glaring. There, out in the chill, was Brandon. The boy was retreating toward a majestic apple orchard in a light t-shirt and jeans, nothing nearly warm enough to keep him from getting sick as the temperature dropped. “Fuck,” James muttered, his gaze shifting back to the living room where the women of the house were cackling and cat-calling. “Where the hell is David?”

“Do you want me to tell you the details so you’ll believe me?” "There must be something you're hiding! Now you've finally admitted it!" Brandon snapped shrilly. "I knew you were angry all along, it must be because of something. Okay, I'll tell you now." Brandon immediately sat up straight. "Come on, tell me!" "Yesterday, Daniel was actually very helpful. He helped me out of a puddle that almost made me dirty. Because of his help, he got dirty. He's really cool, like the male lead in a Korean drama."