روايات وقصص ضمن Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

Not gonna lie, I have kind of things for older brothers and I'm in love with Victor. And no offense but I'm in love with all the eldest brother of the stories which Ive read...

Sam's POV Worst day ever. Today was the first day of my freshmen year at Eastvale High School. I'd had high hopes to make a friend when I finally got here... But it turns out, no one wants me. They all want Ben. My big brother. He's a senior and popular. He has so many girls crawling all over him, and he loves it. He's a TE on the football team and he hangs out with the rest of the popular crowd... Including the stupid skanky girls. I don't know how many times I walked in on my brother and some random chick in our house... Then they'd treat me like I'm some sort of maid. Like, what the hell?

Celeste also felt the heat of her palm from slapping Maximus. “You don’t know anything about my life, so don’t talk as if you know the story of my life. You’re not even sure if you really know my sister. When you get to know her properly, then you can compare me to her. And for your information, I was talking to Mr. Toyco. I came here to partner with him in the business I offered you. I didn’t think your mind was so dirty.” Celeste said with emphasis, then turned her back on Maximus. Maximus licked his lips with his tongue and stroked his cheek, which was still burning.

My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate. ‘Hello, oracle’, my brother, TB said. TB means Tamuno Belema. He was teasing me as usual. TB was my twin brother and unlike me, he was at the top of the high school food chain; popular, a jock and just good looking. I was good looking too, I mean which black person on the earth ain’t fine but I was the weird twin, the lesser twin but I didn’t care actually.

Jimmy gives me a wary smile before he says nervously, “Yes, boss.” “Good. Get out.” They excuse themselves, getting out of the boardroom one by one. Hardly a minute goes by when my boardroom’s glass doors slide open and men I’ve lived with since I learnt how to walk appear like I’ve summoned them. Tyson Winchester, Shade Winchester, Falcon Winchester and Sinnett Winchester. The bane of my existence. My brothers. “Sheesh, do we want to know what has your knickers in a twist this morning?” Sinnett asks, settling with my brothers in one of the chairs in front of me.

At most, they might be able to get some middle to lower-second-tier families, but none of the first-tier families and the three northern tycoons were there! "Bastard!" Under everyone's puzzled or shocked gaze, Troy finally struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then glared at Alexander angrily. Who would dare to touch his hair apart from the three tycoons in the northern region? Even the top ten young masters from the first-tier families would have shown him face and never openly confronted him! "How dare you hit me?"

Maxwell's screams echoed through the car pack, but Gracko just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Maxwell begged, "Please, stop! Just tell me what you want to know! What are the names of these brothers you're looking for? Maybe I've heard of them, or one of my associates has." Dracko's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Very well. The brothers we're looking for are Kyle, Eden, and Nathan." As Dracko spoke the names, Maxwell's mind went blank. He had never heard of them before. But then, something about the name Nathan seemed to ring a bell. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar.

I winced. “That's not an exaggeration. But, oh my god, the Alcatraz brothers are something else. They're filthy rich, like private islands and superyachts rich. And hot as hell. Imagine dark, brooding eyes and chiseled jaws that could cut glass. They’re always impeccably dressed in custom suits that just scream money.” “Wow, sounds like a dream.” I said as my mind went back to the ordeal I had just experienced.