Brandon Carter

  It had been an hour since Brandon had been denying the fact that he was James Carter's son. The white masked people had hit Brandon so bad; his fingers became rickety and his back ache was so hard, he couldn't even sit properly. 'If you won't admit it now! We're going to call James Carter and ask him! 'threatened the Boss girl. Brandon met her eyes, those chocolate brown eyes were so adorable and sweet, he wanted to stare in them every second. He never wanted to break the eye contact but the bang of the door behind them forced him to break it. The door opened to reveal a boy with hazel eyes, perfect jawline, and a muscular body. 'Sorry Olivia darling for not replying to you. I was busy with work.' he said while reaching to the Boss girl. Olivia smiled as he came near, Brandon felt a crack in his heart. 'Noah, I was worried about you. Don't ignore me ever again!' she replied to the boy. And just a moment later, Noah and Olivia were kissing. ...

  As he gained consciousness, he realized he was lying on an operating table and faces in white masks were peering down at him. He opened his eyes, the sunlight coming from the window making him half-blind. He sat, making the people in white masks jump. He looked at the front table to see a jar with a ring in it-his ring. Oh no! How did they get it? ''My ring! Return it!'' he commanded in his strong, elegant voice. He heard a snort behind his back. He turned back to face a woman with chocolate-brown eyes, flushed-in cheeks, thin lips, crooked nose, Burnette hair and freckles under her nose. ''You ain't getting that ring back until you tell us what we NEED!'' she said, her voice high-pitched. Brandon glanced back at his ring. What did these people want- need from Brandon. Brandon was about to speak but the words died in his mouth and did not come out. He finally gathered some courage and hope and asked, 'What do you guys want?' A blanket of sw...