Goonies Brandon Novels & Stories

He was a big boy. "Hello, Uncle Ohm." "Hi Brandon, Hi Win. How is your training going so far?" "Cool." Win and Brandon answered together. "What are you two doing here now?" Allen asked. Win and Brandon trained with others, including Ohm. They were learning how to combine their power in a fight. Brandon was a very good student with perfect techniques. Win was quite a troublemaker. well, just like his mommy. "Aunty Kara and uncle Simon told us that we trained enough for today. So they told us to take a break," answered Brandon.

"Seriously, Tania, chill out. Brandon was just having a blast with us. I get that you care about his safety, but Peter made sure this place was secure before we even showed up. Look, there's barely a soul in sight, and even if there was, no one would mess with Brandon in Brookville. The little guy was having the time of his life, and I have some pics to prove it. I'm going to get them printed and hang them up at home. Brandon's just too darn cute." With Noelle backing that up, Tania could not just storm off. She gave a reluctant nod. "Fine, but let's not overdo it. Brandon's been a bit fragile since he was little." "Okay, how about we play for one more hour?" Noelle said with a light chuckle

Brandon replied to his brother grumpily as he took off his gloves also. He stepped out of the ring and picked up a bottle of water before taking a seat on the bench next to the boxing ring. "See that?" Carson asked his friends as he pointed at Brandon "there is something obviously wrong with him. He is grumpy as fuck and my beautiful face suffered from it." "Oh shut up." Benji said to him. "It's not like I'm lying. And I have a shoot next month." Carson whined. "It will heal." Brandon told him.

Brandon says throwing his hands up in excitement. “Hey Brandon!” I say smiling and I step forward to hug him. Brandon pulls me in close to him, wrapping his strong arms around me. “I missed you Lilly.” “I missed you too.” I say into his chest, and it comes out muffled. Brandon lets go of me and grabs my hand pulling me inside. “Come on the guys and I are playing games in the basement.” “Basement? Seriously?” “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of basements.” Brandon says laughing.

“I am afraid we will have to trust others to find Mrs Carlson for the moment while you search for things in Italy, '' Brandon announced. Unlike others he could not go, the world knew him as the best friend and right hand of Carlson Cobswell, and there was no way he would be able to pull out a perfect disguise.

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

Brandon was working me up more than I'd ever been. "I can't wait to meet this neighbor of yours who has gotten under your always smooth and chill skin Angie," she teased. "Is he at least good-looking? Please tell me he’s at least a good-looking asshole. " She asked. I could sense the smile in her voice the minute she knew she’d cornered me in with her questions. My mind went back to my annoying, grumpy neighbor, Brandon. I couldn't lie to myself that he wasn't good-looking. Fair enough, he was the most good looking guy I had seen in a while. His raven black hair was tired in a low ponytail, pinned neatly behind his head. The intense look he had in his eyes whenever he was mad at something, h

’ Cassidy huffed, gnawing on her lower lip until the pale pink of her skin turned red. As she tucked the golden strands of her bangs behind her ear, a fuzzy image began to form in my head, one that was pulled from the depths of someone else’s memory. “Ugh, Cass wait up!” Brandon shouted, his voice a few octaves higher and his appearance almost ten years younger. His feet seemed to land in every single puddle, sending droplets of muddy water scattering into the air. They seeped into the white t-shirt he wore, but only made the grin on his face widen. It was one of playful joy and not the callous scowl I was used to seeing him wearing.

His eyes dart from the rearview mirror to the road as he drives out of the club. Khaid leans back and exhales. “I will find you and feed your carcasses to the birds, stranger.” “There's a problem, boss” “What is it?” “The consignment is. . .” “Brandon likes fire, doesn't he?” He smirks in an evil manner. “Let's see how much fire he can play with.”

# Brandon's memory After leaving the office, Brandon sneaked out of the building and headed to the guarded parking lot. Three guards were patrolling the place, and he had to slip past them to plant the trackers inside the cars that belonged to the clients. Having a highly-skilled Luna in the pack taught Brandon a few things.