Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Brandon

Coming here, everyone was putting themselves out there while he slaked, went shopping, and stayed back to take care of pups with Leah. Why should we call him in kingdom matters when he had nothing to offer? Brandon, especially, put himself out there. He was training nonstop; he never for one day slack. Duncan stayed with Maeve and me during court matters, giving us smart ideas. He would stay all day in the library, learning other supernatural languages and reading books that would help him help us better. But he cared only about shopping and looking good, and we all let him be himself. I can’t believe he would do this. “I was angry, Bran...” we gasped as his head rolled off. Blood splashed o

My secrets, my lies, my worst nightmares, taped up like some grotesque art exhibition for him to enjoy. I felt like I was going to throw up. Brandon took a slow step forward, his smirk widening as his sharp gaze traced every humiliating detail spread across my wall. His hands were in his pockets, his posture relaxed, like he was admiring a masterpiece. “I have to say,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement, “this would look fantastic on your Ivy League application. The admissions board loves a well-rounded student, don’t they? And you even topped it up by helping Demi with his exams multiple times.”

They don't wear neon pink tank tops and talk about their mothers forcing them to go to therapy. He had to be bluffing. He was just a spoiled, dramatic, deeply unstable kid who wanted to scare the life out of me because his ego was bruised. Brandon suddenly clapped his hands, cutting me off right in the middle of my thoughts. "Hello! You are in your last moments and you are zoning out."

Diana accepted the coffee and smiled back at Brandon, thanking him sweetly. It was raining hard next to her and Brandon plopped down on the couch next to Diana, they were staring at the rain pouring down hard. They were alone in Brandon's apartment, alone. Brandon is really alone in this world, his parents has passed away and he has no siblings. He lives in his studio apartment which is full of wide glass windows, allowing them to enjoy watching the rain drops to their heart's content.

Brandon looks down at his feet and chews at his lower lip still faking it. Wow! Such a drama king. "B-But y-you see I-I have this allergy th-that causes things to a-appear on my body a-and I-I have this cream that I-I have to apply all o-over my body. I-I forgot t-to do that a-at home s-so I asked Braze to help me out a-and I-I know you're a-a nurse b-but you're also a-a woman a-and I-I don't want to g-get n-naked in front of you, you know about me I am shy person,and-and if you see those things you think I am ugly and I hate it when someone call me ugly...." Brandon stammers and damn he's good.

This is my first semester and i really need good results. Brandon walk back to our booth with milkshake in his hand , slurping noisily on it and singing . "Brandy , please stop singing." Piper groans still glue to her iPad. "Why ?" He asks clearly intimidated. " I just can't say you sing aweful but you sound like nails on a fuckin chalk board." She grit her teeth and I couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Seriously , nails on a chalkboard ? "That's insulting.." Brandon glares playfully and continues slurping noisely on his milkshake.

I AIN'T DYLAN! Brandon: BUT YOU ARE SLOWLY BECOMING LIKE HIM!! Brandon yelled back and pushed him. Xander stumbled backwards but somehow maintained his balance. He looked at Brandon with wide eyes who was glaring him in anger and resentment. Brandon: YOU ARE EVENTUALLY BECOMING LIKE HIM!! SEE, YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HOW CRUEL AND SELFISH YOU WERE BEING A FEW MINUTES BEFORE!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND BUT I DO KNOW THAT WHATEVER YOU AND DYLAN ARE PLANNING CAN BE HARMFUL FOR THAT POOR GIRL WHO HAD ALREADY SUFFERED A LOT!!

The thought was honestly horrifying. Quashing his unease, Brandon looked up into his boss’s dark eyes and said with a smile, “I’m the best d*mn assistant you’ve ever had. Excuse me, I need to wash my hands now.” He was still chuckling as he washed his hands in the restroom. He won this dare too.

"I'll see you guys later, I've got a date with a moose carcass from the Dorman's House that has to be skinned before dad gets home in the morning. Let me know how things go." And with a wave the blond haired irritant was gone from Brandon's sight. "Ass hole!" Brandon spit in an angry whisper to himself as he tried not to throw up on the mattress. "Seriously Mortal...Just ignore him...." Said the Shifter with piercings in his face, a soft smirk on his handsome face. And as much as he wanted to, Brandon didn't even have the energy to growl back at him.

Or I could give in to the filth clawing through my brain. But every idea slips away. Because I thought she’d pick truth. I wanted her to pick truth. Maybe then I could dig beneath the surface, finally see what she’s hiding. But little sunshine must really not want those secrets out, huh? Brandon leans in, his smile stretching wide. “I have an idea.” Of course he does. Brandon lives for chaos. The darker, the better. He thrives in discomfort, bathes in it. A sick part of me relates. I shrug. “Go ahead.”