Paden Bray Novels & Stories

“I’m Brayden, baby. The man you’ve been dreaming about your whole life. And I’m about to fucking show you why.” Part 1 of a 3 part series. Find out more here

Good fuck Bobby, can you have a little more respect? Bridgette didnÕt miss the interest shown by the unknown man, but he wasnÕt her target. She needed a place to stay after losing her nanny position, something not many in the small town knew. SheÕd begged and pleaded to be given more time, but that time was running out, and if she didnÕt come up with something soon, sheÕd be on a one-way trip back to a dead-end town that she had no interest in seeing ever again in her life.

His long legs took him to the car where he sat down on the chair and waited for Hayden's arrival. “Miss Eddey, you look stunning tonight ” “Not that bad for you, Bryan ” She muttered and shifted away from his touch. Eddey could see the list and so many emotions building up in his eyes and by every chance wished to run away from his alluring grey eyes. “You are one lucky woman, aren't you? Paige is nowhere to be found and you have Calven as your date tonight. I guess you must be happy ” Bryan retreated away after observing her discomfort and coughed silently.

He looked up waiting for her to respond. “Where are you getting this information from?” “Have you been to the Chicago Film Festival?” “No. I’ve seen the movies featured but I haven’t actually been able to go to the film fest yet. I haven’t finished a full year with Maxwell Sharpe so I don’t have enough vacation time yet.” “I see.” Brayden looked down at his notes again and then added, “You are very into origami. Do you plan to go to the museum exhibit when it comes to town?”

“I’m Brayden, baby. The man you’ve been dreaming about your whole life. And I’m about to fucking show you why.” Part 1 of a 3 part series. Find out more here

Brady said, oozing charm. “Who are you?” she demanded suspiciously, but Zephyra saw that his charming tone was working its magic. “I’m Officer Brady Shaw, ma’am, and a good ole human,” he said. If Zephyra didn’t know he was trying to win her over, she would’ve been a little insulted by the human comment. Mrs. Dunlop, however, beamed at him. As Brady charmed the pants off her, he accompanied her over to a small stall where an older man was selling various fruits and vegetables.

"I'm going to hunt up a bottle of water. Want anything?" "I'm good, thanks." Brady eyed the waiting foreman, then ducked his head closer to her. "Don't go too far please." "Okay." A grin, and she disappeared into the crowd. Facing Mike, Brady crossed his arms and pretended to be interested in the spiel. Something about railings or backorders, but he wasn't listening. He just wanted to get back to Kaida. A niggling anxiety grazed his skull and he grew impatient. Ten minutes in, his brothers and her sisters meandered away, and he scratched his inner wrist. Five minutes later, he realized he was still scratching. Not because it itched, but burned.

Bradley… Help! —---------------------------

“I know that you’re not an art connoisseur or whatever but typically you don’t just ask people to show you their sketch pads. It’s like a more intimate request than asking to see someone naked or to have sex with them. A sketch pad is like a person’s soul laid bare on a page. Sure, I have some stuff on display, but that’s the finished work. My sketch pad is all raw and personal. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to let anyone see that. Or if I’ll ever be ready for that.” “Oh.” I said. “I get it. Privacy, and all that. But really Brayden, your work is not ‘no big deal’. It’s good, like really good. You captured something I can’t even begin to put into words.” Brayden leaned back in his chair, ran

The only place where you needed permission to enter in his penthouse. Three years ago when I returned to the states newly from Qatar where I lived my childhood life, I entered the dark side of my old man's life. The abyss of proud cruelty which he was very unapologetic of. The Neurodex-9 was one of the drugs Tinsel produced for PTSD back when the doyen was still standing strongly as CEO before Geneva. It was designed for PTSD only for them to find out it rewrote and suppressed memories too... *****