Crazy Eyes Big Brother Novels & Stories

The seventeen-year-old boy fumbled around, repeatedly using his school uniform to wipe my tears, saying, "Please don't cry, I can't stand seeing others cry." I closed my eyes for a moment. ‘Zack, the seventeen-year-old you, convinced me to forgive the current you one more time.’ …… A week later, I found myself once again outside Zack's office, planning to discuss the company's third anniversary celebration with him. Sherry blocked my way at the door. With a smirk that nearly overflowed with pride, she said, "Ms. Wood, Mr. Davis is in a meeting and can't see anyone. By the way, how was your birthday last week?"

" I looked up and clearly saw the way her eyes shifted away. At that moment, time seemed to rewind to that rainy night ten years ago. Back then, I was just a carefree teenager. My biggest worry was figuring out how to hide my awkward crush on Jasmine. She was the older sister of my best friend, Jayden. On my eighteenth birthday, we skipped school and went to a bar… That day became the nightmare that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jayden saw a group of thugs trying to assault a girl. Being the righteous person he always was, he stepped in to stop them. I could not remember clearly what happened after that. All I remembered were the girl's screams, the sounds of struggling, and the du

Gabrielle had grown on her badly, so instead, she stuck by the nickname 'Brie'. "Do I look okay?" She turned to her brother, Adam, who was silently playing a game on his phone. He took a second to respond, his soft, brown hair flopping down into his eyes as he hunched over the colourful screen. "Huh?" He looked up, sacrificing his game in the process. His soft, freckled face shone with admiration for his sister. "You look great." He smiled and stood up with a jump. He trotted clumsily over to the window and glanced out with a thoughtful expression.

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

He replied again. "No percentage of future earnings." She was clearing everything and he was calmy answering too, "No." She narrowed her eyes. "Why does this feel too good to be true?" For the first time, Ethan laughed, a genuine laugh. "Because you've spent too much time around my brother." The answer escaped before he could stop it, Immediately the room fell silent again. Natasha looked away first, neither wanted to discuss Evan tonight. After a moment, Ethan stood and walked toward the window. "There's one thing."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" "Connor invested 300 million dollars in you. Your project might be gone, but you haven't actually lost much." He stared at her in disbelief, unable to process how his own sister could say something so cold-blooded. His face twisted into something ugly as he glared at her, his eyes practically boring holes through her. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm your brother! Are you seriously not going to take my side? Have you lost your mind?"

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

They thought it would be fun to kick Ann and me under the table. We can't even have a meal in peace because of those damn freaks, so I was about to tell them off when a huge growl reverberated throughout the backyard. "MINE!" my brother growled as all of us were looking at him in absolute shock. His normal hazel eyes were a darker shade now and his eyes never left Beta Blake's daughter. After visiting with friends of hers, Elena came to our table and stopped suddenly, never taking her eyes off my brother, and whispered something that left us all stunned.

She thinks it’s hilarious, but I see disaster written all over it. He needs to find someone the normal way, in person, where they can see exactly what they’re getting into. His dating profile might be funny, but that’s the problem. He’s so honest and brutal that people will think it’s a joke. Then what? They go on a date, realise he’s serious, and walk away thinking he’s crazy. “Ya gettin' the crazy eyes ya dad does when ya considerin' killin' someone,” Big King’s voice breaks through my thoughts, making me laugh.