Tina Brandt Novels & Stories

Brenna asked. Tina shook her head, “No. Something else.” “And what is that something else?” Brenna questioned. Tina heaved a heavy sigh as she let Brenna know about what Marcus and she had fought about. When Tina finished with her story, Brenna huffed, unbelievable, “Are you stupid, Tina? How could you talk to him like that?” Besides the fact that Tina fabricated Marcus and her first met, and let’s just ignore the fact that Tina was bold enough to set up an alpha, f*uck all of that, Brenna's honesty could not give a d*amn care for it.

It almost hurts. A grotesque heaving burp fires over her shoulder as I fight back a ball of vomit. Valentine immediately jumps backward. "Shit, is it me?" She lifts an arm and sniffs her armpit. "Knew I should've showered after sparring. Do I stick that bad?" She spins and holds her pit up to Raulf, who wrinkles his nose and steps back. Another heave, this time coupled with a laugh. Vaela pinches the bridge of her nose, again.

' Gito turned around, intending to go inside and perhaps work from home to get rid of his disappointment, but his gaze was immediately drawn to Tina standing near the door, a 20-something housemaid with sweet dark skin and a simple, slim body. For some reason, the simple clothes Tina was wearing that day—a loose T-shirt and long skirt—were slightly open at the chest, perhaps because the top button had accidentally come undone or because of the wind, revealing her small but seductive cleavage, her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric, making Gito swallow hard.