Winx Brandon の小説・ストーリー

He smirked down at me, the spitting image of Asher, only with messier hair and crystal blue eyes. The lights in the hallway were bright, making my eyes ache, but I could still smell the alcohol that wafted off of Brandon in waves. Rich amber and notes of thick honey, definitely some kind of whiskey. He wasn't piss drunk, not by far, but he had consumed more than enough to affect your average male wolf. "Just mumbling about a dream I had." I said a bit harsher than I meant, but he was blocking the bathroom door with his frame. Both Claire and Killian had agreed it was better not to tell Brandon the truth. At least, not until the big announcement. Apparently, the man couldn’t keep a secret to

Kinsey assured. Brandon hesitated momentarily, unsure how to respond to Kinsey's unwavering faith in him. He felt guilty for not telling Kinsey his real identity, but it wasn't the right time to discuss it. He doesn't need a job, as he already runs his own empire. "I appreciate your confidence in me, Kinsey," Brandon replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'll do my best to get a good job to support both us and Connor," he added, trying to avoid the discussion and hoping Kinsey would leave the topic.

Saturday Chores Brandon woke Saturday morning to sunlight streaming in his window. After watching a few episodes of Expanse the night before with his mother, he played some video games then lay in bed formulating his seduction plans before falling asleep. After dragging himself out of bed, he stared in the mirror, wondering if he should wear anything special today. He was 5 feet 11 inches tall, with a thin but wiry build. He was fairly hairless and hated he couldn't grow any decent facial hair. Deciding that nothing much could be done to spruce himself up, he washed his face and threw on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants and headed out to the small kitchen for some cereal and milk.

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

~Winter~ As we chatted and shared gossip during the flight, the cabin buzzed with lively energy. Across from us, the men were deeply engrossed in their card game, seemingly oblivious to the chatter around them. Brandon, in particular, appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself, his demeanour reminiscent of the carefree spirit I remembered from our initial meeting. It was a welcome sight, a reminder of the person he was before the weight of responsibility descended upon him with the challenges facing Hayland.

He wanted to see if some of her fears would dissipate with familiarity and sceneing while clothed. He left her on the carousel so he could speak privately with Damian about possibly finding a female sub to befriend Angel. Brandon's wife played right into his hands. Damian clued him in to Willow sitting by Angel. They'd moved a little closer, but remained in the shadows watching. "My sister is a brat, but she has a heart of gold." "Angel has her bratty moments, too, so I think this could work." Now, Brandon and Willow sat with him and Angel. Willow rested her head on her husband's lap while Brandon rubbed her belly. Angel sat on the floor leaning into Zach's legs. His fingers ran through her

I turn quickly, reaching for a glass of champagne, trying to hide my problem as discreetly as possible. When my gaze falls back onto her, my hand tightens around the stem of the glass I’m holding as I notice a young man’s hand resting possessively on her waist. My jaw tightens instantly. My hold on the glass is so hard that it feels like it might shatter, but I’m trying my hardest to rein it in. “Who’s the guy?” I ask, masking my irritation with a bored expression. “That’s Brandon, Astrid’s colleague and Knox –CEO of AXT’s nephew.”

Brandon. "BRANDON!"

They all returned empty-handed. Andrius was puzzled. Dax’s expression also darkened. “Wolf King, Warzone Master.” Brandon looked smug and said gleefully, “Sorry for disappointing you, but everything we do in this base is legitimate research!” Then, before Andrius or Dax could respond, Brandon clapped his hands. Swoosh... Swish...

It was my first combat class as an adult and the level of violence had left me speechless. On the other hand, Onyx was cheering for Vincent’s victory, she asked me for a bucket of popcorn shamelessly. “Our mate is so powerful, Liz. Brandon made a huge mistake by offending his King. Now, he will remember this lesson until his death.” “Yeah, if he survives today!” Watching Brandon’s fight on practice grounds was my favorite hobby. I had seen him getting hurt and recovering in a split second due to his Alpha wolf’s healing ability. But today, Brandon was still lying on the floor even after five minutes, Vincent yawned lazily.