Dork Diaries Brandon 소설 & 이야기

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Brandon hissed while scrolling through his phone. A look of disgust masked his face as he stared at the pictures online. His curly brown hair was ruffled by the wind that came through the window he was standing close to. "I've been screaming your name nonstop,won't you come over to help??" Mrs Zara Brown screamed at his youngest child, Brandon Brown—Mia and Clarissa's younger brother. Brandon raised his gaze from his phone and a sly smirk formed at the side of his lips. "Mom, come take a look."

Braze had hoped that one day he might be graced with finding his other half, had yearned for the day when he could take comfort in the fact that he would never have to be alone again, but this… He had not prepared for this. Brandon was an exuberant, loud, colorful, magnetic, look at me, see me, type of person. He was popular and lively and walked with his head held high and a swing in his hips. He wore glitter and leather and anything and everything in-between that made him stand out in a crowd. He was, taller than Braze in his 6 feet, and wasn’t afraid to make a scene or have all eyes on him. He lived for the spotlight, an exhibitionist to his very core, and the very opposite of Braze himse

Instead he got used to the small, tight space and learned to think of games to keep himself amused. He'd count the different species of insects that would crawl through the small holes while he was in there. He would try to listen closely to cars outside and see if he could determine what kind they were. Brandon would try anything to keep from thinking of this dark hole. His own personal hell. One time his uncle left him in there for an entire day. He beat on the door until his hands bled. Brandon shook the unpleasant memory from his mind. He had to get his shit together and fast. He was about to stand up when Darren pulled him back down.

There are happy sides, but there's always the undeniable hurt. This douchebag in front of me, well how do I describe him? He's the worse. A jerk. A bastard. An animal. Whatever adjective you use. He's terrible. He's Brandon. Brandon is a student of Richmond highschool. Richmond and Kingston high are closely built, you could see their fence from ours, as such they got invites to our parties. Brandon was there that night and he made it the worse night of my life. Let's not dwell much on that before I puke right this second.

"Okay, take your clothes off now, Bran." It took Brandon all of 4 seconds to hurriedly pull off his t-shirt, step out of his jeans and rip off his underwear. Ann rolled her eyes and giggled. "That was the world's worst Chippendale performance, you horny monkey." Brandon stood at the side of the bed, his cock rock hard and jutting out, accentuated by his wiry frame and lack of body hair, realizing belatedly that his mom wanted a little show. He grinned sheepishly.

“Yeah, it’s in April. But I don’t know if I’ll go ahead and Transform then or wait until after I finish high school.” “May as well do it,” Tara said with a shrug. “You’re here. Why not have the perks that go with it?” Lucy agreed, but she was holding something back. I wasn’t sure what it was. I hadn’t heard her mention waiting before. “Where’s Brandon?” Dax asked. “He’s not answering his IAC.” “I think he’s in the shower at the gym,” I replied. Most of us kept our IACs off in the shower, not that we always had visuals, but you never wanted to accidentally turn those on in the wrong situation. “He should be over soon.”

"Get ready, we have to capture Diana's embarrassing nakedness. If we upload it online, Diana's reputation will be ruined!" Maddie furrowed her brow, feeling that something was off. She said slowly, "Brandon is good at rolling dice? Since when?" "I'm telling you, Diana is done for this time," Ava said smugly. "Brandon is really good at it, he's never met his match in all these years. He can roll any number he wants, just like that!" Hearing this, Maddie was relieved. "This time, Diana, you'll pay for your foolishness!" The first round began quickly, and Brandon rolled three ones.

He looked between me and Jane and a slow smile spread across his face. "Well." His voice was warm and carried something amused underneath it. "I did not expect to find Alexander Hagreeves' number one supporter in a police precinct." His dark eyes settled on mine and the smile deepened at the corners. "And I definitely did not expect to hear her going at him like that." He tilted his head. "I'm Brandon. His cousin." A beat, easy and completely unhurried. "We should grab a drink sometime. I have a feeling you and I would get along real well." ALEXANDER

Trust me, I'm not insecure. Another message pops. Brandon: I would do anything to stick it inside you right now. That drives me to open the chat instantly. I click on the image. My heart drops. A dìck pic. Another message pops up. My hands are shaking. My heart is pounding. I'm frozen on the bed. Please tell me this is not happening on my birthday. Brandon: Last night was hot. You can't blame my poor pènis for not getting enough of you. Can't wait to fùck you tonight. *****

THE BOYS "I hate this place," Brandon muttered to his friends, gripping the two straps of his backpack, which hung from his shoulders. Chad gave his friend a little pat, as if he were encouraging Brandon. Chad didn't really mind school. He could see his friends, and all of his teachers loved him. It was going to be sad when he left this place. In high school he was famous. Everyone knew him. Who knows how it would be out there in the real world. Brandon didn't like it because he had a tutor for almost every class he was taking. Hence, why he needed scholarships to get into college. For Jason, school was school. He came in and did the work that was asked of him. That was really all it took to