Crazy Eyes Big Brother Novels & Stories

Everyone was dumbfounded: Big brother? Especially Jimena, her eyes were about to pop out, big brother?? Is Abigail's older brother Riley? Makenna looked at Jimena with interest, now you fear. It's too late! "Big brother," Abigail obediently walked over, looking polite and well-behaved. "Hmm," Riley's gaze softened slightly, "Did she cause the injury on your hand?" "Um." "They were going to go bankrupt tomorrow." Abigail understood immediately when she heard it, "It was them who took Makenna's things, like birds occupying another's nest."

"He doesn't look powerful at all, and he isn't wearing the disciple's robe of the Godly Eagle Sect. He's just bluffing." As soon as he finished speaking, Big Brother Diaz glared at Darryl and said, "Damn it! How dare you play tricks on us?!" As Big Brother Diaz spoke, he looked at the unlocked lock on the ground and was shocked. "Oh, you unlocked the 'Heavenly Secret Lock'?" His eyes widened as if he had seen a monster when he spoke. Suddenly, the three brothers beside him were also shocked. "Is this guy so powerful?" "I can't tell."

After a long silence, he let go of the frame and took a step back. "Alright. I understand." I gently pushed the door shut, only for him to shove his hand through the gap. "Can you… call me 'big bro' again, just once? Like when we were kids?" I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head. "There's no need for that anymore, Axel." That night, Axel stood outside the door until dawn. Snow fell, covering him until his head was completely white.

I rolled my eyes and snapped at him. "Are you blind or something or are those are the buttons stuck in your eye holes, dear big brother?" I snapped "Well, if you can't see then let me tell you that I am fucking cuffed by my husband and brother-in-law inside because they were afraid that I will give you a painful death than them. Well, if you want to die with my hands and get that honor, would you be a good big brother and uncuff me?" I mocked him and heard him chuckle.

he asked with a cold tone while looking out the window at the outside world. "Hmm. But why are you talking so coldly like your big brother?" "Big Brother?" he muttered. She nodded her head and replied, "Your brother...." she paused as if collecting her words, then said, "Bryan Morrison is the most arrogant man I have ever met."

From what I saw, she does not have fake tits, so it is going to hurt like a bitch. "Baby, do you think I am crazy if I do this?" I ask Jackson. "Baby girl, I would think you crazy if you don't." "I am coming with you;" Rob follows us. "You can cut off whatever you want, boss." "Fuck, this is turning into an orgy." I only but laugh at the crowd going to Jackson's office. We get to the office, and Rob barges in, furious as hell. My baby has the biggest fuck ass smile on his face. For a second, I stare at how fucking gorgeous he is before I open the closet.

"maa I will miss you dad - said izzah tears coming out of her eyes, they hugged. she went to arsh and jubair bhai. "see ahad jiju if you ever make my sister cry you will face my warth first - said arsh. "yaa ahad don't you dare make my small sister cry - said jubair bhai. "I promise I will never make her cry - I said. "beta ahad always remember and keep this promise - her Papa said. Now izzah went to her girl gang. "hey you Izzy don't cry okk. you are making us cry also - said Ira.

It hit me then—what Uncle Mike had said about the clients here having unusual tastes and all kinds of games they liked to play. I was starting to see exactly what he meant. For now, though, everything still felt manageable. But then, the client pulled out a lighter and started burning me with it. "You've got too much hair down there," he muttered, the flame dancing in his eyes. "Let me burn it all off for you." I nearly jumped out of my skin. That was the most private part of me. How could he even think about using fire there?

My desk mate had a fiery temper and stood up to retort, "This is hilarious. Who's jealous of your man? Only you treasure Nash. In everyone else's eyes, what is he? An artist with a disabled hand, a bottom-tier student who can't get into college?" Upon hearing these words, Nash's face darkened, and the onlookers' expressions, like they were watching a show, made the usually proud Nash find it somewhat unbearable.

He reached out and took a strand of my hair between his fingers—the audacity—twirling it slowly. Carter had green eyes. Gorgeous, actually. But right now, they were just infuriating, “Girls your age make the dumbest choices,” he murmured. “And if you start skipping classes or hooking up with boys, someone should tell Damien. Or Coby, maybe—though he’s less concerned with image. To be honest—only your brother cares about his stupid fucking dream and is probably going to spend the rest of his life trying to protect it.” He brought the strand to his face, took a slow inhale before letting it go.