Goonies Brandon Novels & Stories

[ZARA] “What’s up with that creepy grin, Z? You’re frankly weirding me out.” After his one-day trip to Los Angeles, regarding a project that he recently got, Brandon returned home just before lunch. It was my weekend off. I helped mom with the morning chores, something that I couldn’t do during working days, and did a little grocery shopping until it was time for lunch. For now, mom was in the kitchen while Brandon and I sat in the dining room, patiently waiting for the surprise dish mom had been cooking since morning.

-I don't know," we looked around the boat and on the surface, but the girl wasn't there. But the girl wasn't there. Had she sunk completely? I couldn't help but feel very sad about that. -I'll go in the water to look for her," Brandon started to take off his shirt. I noticed he was bigger, Brandon was bigger! He had muscles like an 18-year-old teenager. I hadn't noticed it and maybe it's not time to think about it because there's a girl about to die. But I couldn't overlook it. Brandon grew up. Just like Charles told me. Something was going on with him. -It's very dangerous, Brandon," I stopped him.

" I pondered on her words but got side-tracked when Brandon who was walking by, pinches her playfully on her stomach while winking. "Hey Brandon." Her eyes gleam with what I recognized as her usual happiness as she flutters her lashes and quickly traps her lower lip between her teeth. "See you tonight?" His eyebrow raises suggestively. A quick secretive look passes between the two before Gwen murmurs softly. "Definitely." Brandon's grin nearly splits his face as he nods. His azure colored eyes fall on me and his smile slips. "Uh, hey Arabella." "Hi, Brandon." I said boredly. Brandon was what one would call a 'jock'. He was the captain of the football team and was as dumb as they got. I guess

Honey Big Goon had taken a picture of me earlier. He seemed to text it to someone. My guess is that he needed to show proof of life. To whom though? My mom or Brandt? I worried about that for a good long while. I banged one foot on the floor. I've been sitting on this chair for hours now. My butt and legs were well and truly asleep. My wrists were chafed from the rope tied around them. The Bigger Goon had come back inside some time ago to sit back down and read his magazines. Big Goon had switched from his game to watching video shorts and laughing hysterically every so often. I had nothing to do but think. I didn't know the time, but the light from the one grungy window was weaker now. The

Brandon told her and started walking away. After their gatherings, Theo and Stella went home with their son. “Are you not tired?” Theo asked Bryce when he saw his son get his toys and went to the living room. “No, Daddy!” Bryce answered and played alone. “Let him be!” Stella told Theo, “How was your conversation with him?” Theo asked her when he remembered that Brandon talked to his mate. “He bid his goodbyes to me.” Stella answered, and Theo didn’t say anything.

"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.

“Let me guess… still thinking about your baby sister?” My jaw tightens. “She’s not my sister.” Brandon whistles low, shaking his head. “Right, right. So, that means you wouldn’t care if I—” he smirks, dragging it out just to piss me off, “you know put my d*ck—” “Brandon,” I snap. He just keeps grinning. “Relax, man. I’m just messing with you.” I don’t relax. Brandon hasn’t even met Raelynn yet; he’s never even seen her but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a new fish in the ocean and of course he’ll want to get under her skirt.

the young man corrected, "or Brad, if you prefer." Garner's smile widened. "Alright, Brandon. Mr. Lank's not dead." Brandon's voice trembled. "But he looked dead, just like my frog, Lilo, after Milo ate him." Garner's gaze locked onto Brandon, intrigued. "Who's Milo?" Brandon's eyes drifted. "Milo's my other frog. They were supposed to be best friends." Garner's expression remained neutral. Grey muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Jesus Christ..."

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

I shot my feet "YOU'RE ALREADY LOOTING!?" "LOOK FRECKLES I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE LET'S GET TO THE CABIN AND ARGUE ABOUT IT LATER." “WHERES BRANDON?” “... he’s dead.” “WHAT?” “HE'S DEAD!!” I Moved to the side to show him the gruesome image of Brandons dead body. Trey scrunched his nose and heaved a bit, choosing to avert his eyes.