Crazy Eyes Big Brother Novels & Stories

"You had some homeless psycho brought here for me, didn't you? Spend one night locked in a room with him, and I'll forgive you." Celeste froze for a moment, then whipped her head toward Alexander, her face a mask of desperation. "Your sister is insane! And you're just gonna stand there and let her?!" Alexander stepped forward and dropped a set of divorce papers on the floor. "Celeste. Sign these. We're done." "You're the crazy one! My sister has been nothing but good to you, and I've been nothing but good to you! And this is how you repay us?!" "I don't need a wife like you!"

"What do you want, Zara?" "Want?" She tilted her head, looking at me with eyes that were too smart and too hungry. "I want to see if the rumors are true. They say the Warner heir is a wolf with a driver’s soul. But all I see is a girl playing house with three boys and a fast car."

Valerie would only walk away from them for good once she finally saw who they really were. Before the night was even over, Bernice sent me explicit pictures. I barely glanced before I threw my phone away. It damn near burned my eyes out. Valerie looked at me in confusion and then reached for my phone. The second she saw the screen, she froze. The color drained from her face, bit by bit. "W-What is she doing?" Still covering my eyes, I said, "Now you see what your 'sweet little sister' is really like." Even then, she murmured in a daze, "Did she send it to the wrong person?"

Jack starts as he looks over at me with a sense of disgust. "How do I know you didn't just get done cheating on me then? How do I know you didn't just get finished slutting yourself out because you thought I slept with Hazel?" Jack questions harshly as he takes more steps towards me, having my back hit the dresser. (A/N : In stepbrother , whenever Jack would entertain or get with some girl; Amber would then retaliate by trying to get with someone else. )

I finally got to my parents' house, and stood at the entrance of the gate, staring at the big mansion in front of me, Summoning up enough courage, I walked in and headed for the door. As soon as I got into the house, I saw my father, mother, and Sandra seated in the living room, “You bitch.” Sandra yelled as soon as she saw me and rose to her feet, “What the hell are you doing here? How dare you show your filthy face here?” Her eyes were red and swollen and I didn't need anyone to tell me that she had been crying her eyes out, probably in pain that I had cancelled the wedding and told everyone that Lucas was my mate instead.

I tell but it seems to have no effect on him. His silver gaze calmly crawls over me. "Did you really come all the way here to talk about my fucking brother?" He asks, swirling the glass in his hand. "Or is it an excuse? Aw, did you miss me?" I grit my teeth, stepping into the room. "I’m done with you.” My voice is firm, the fire in my gut fueling my words. "I’m done with you, Walden brothers. I'm done with this stupid, fucking game and I—"

BELLA I could feel the fear in Mrs. Thalassa's eyes, her discomfort palpable as Eden’s presence hung in the air like a storm cloud. His sudden return had everyone on edge, and as I tried to steady myself, my thoughts kept circling back to one question: Was Eden really David's brother? Was he truly her son? My heart raced as Grandpa’s voice cut through the silence. “What are you doing here?” Grandpa's voice thundered through the room, his displeasure evident.

He starts gushing blood. “You crazy drunk bitch! What the hell is wrong with you!” I scream trying to pull her off him. I finally get a good enough grip of her sweaty arm to throw her off him. “That’s your son!” “I know you took it! Give it back!” “We didn’t take anything! You’re losing your mind!” “Just get out! Both of you! I don’t need you or want you here! GET OUT!” She shrieks. “Gladly!” I say as I grab everything I can for me and my brother. Teddy is trying to hold back his tears but his little heart is just so broken. He just stares at our mother in disbelief. “You will never see us again. Not ever!” And with that we went out the door.

"No." "It's because I have a brother." After a prolonged silence, John Sutton let out a soft sigh. "Ah, Jane, go to sleep. You probably don't want my girlfriend to see you tomorrow with those dark circles under your eyes. Goodnight, elegant prince." Jane Hilton chuckled. Most of his conversations with John Sutton seemed wildly erratic, even nonsensical to outsiders, resembling the dialogue between two lunatics. Yet, it didn't matter; they understood each other perfectly. It was as if Jane Hilton claimed to have a brother.

“Yea, yea, big bro I will annoy you more if you didn't say your name. So big bro what's your name?” Zitrey stops his pace when Nathan blocks her way. His jade pair of eyes lock at her. Seeing those eyes, Zitrey expression darkened. “You really don't want to say your name. Calling you big bro is like your my brother, I don't like it.” He touched his forehead using his pointing and middle finger; he seems in deeper thoughts. With a snap of his finger, he said, “Aha! What about I call you, Meg? Dude? Hmm, Handsome friend? Cool friend? Boy friend?” His expression looks confused.