Good Luck Charlie Brother Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I heard. I'm sorry about that." I wave dismissively. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It was my own naive decision." He doesn't reply, but I notice the subtle tick of his jaw. After Zuri finishes her bottle, I play some more with her on the floor before trying to call Gray. Once again, his phone goes straight to voicemail. What the fuck? How was King able to speak to him? Does my own brother not pick up his phone for anyone but his little gang members?

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

How could I be so stupid! My phone buzzed in that moment and it was from Damien. It was a picture of him naked in his bed, his bed which was empty. "She's gone, don't worry." It read and my heart seemed to recede back to it's normal position in my chest. I let out a deep sigh of relief. However, I still could not rest as I walked back to the bed and sat down, why would I be mated to my brother!?

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

"Truly, you've outdone yourself." Zuri giggles, delighted, and immediately shoves another fake nugget into her hand. "Eat more." Chelsea obediently pretends to pop it in her mouth with a straight face, while Ashley tips back a plastic baby bottle full of magic apple juice. Her laugh rings out, but her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. She's still thinking about my brother. Worrying about him. And I get it. Because if my men didn't keep in constant contact with me while they were out handling business, I'd lose my fucking mind too.

"I knew we should never have left her around you!" My shoulders sagged. Was my reputation really that bad? I looked to my sister-in-law. “I would like to think this was not my doing, from what she said to me, she learned Charlie had found his mate.” I offered gently, not willing to allow myself to take my temper out on the mate of my brother. She was scared. Worried about her sister, and rightly so. “I assume Charlie would be the boyfriend?” Lena’s eyes widened as she looked to me for answers. “His fated mate?”

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

“I just don’t want you to miss out on anything. You’re my brother, and I love you. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in your situation, and I just hope that it works out for the best, that’s all.” “While I thank you for your concern,” Charlie said with a deep breath, “I assure you it is unwarranted. Everything will work out fine, Grace. Just like it always does.” Nodding, Grace drew him into her arms and hugged him tightly. “I certainly hope so,” she said quietly. “I certainly hope so.”

“Just make sure you don’t work too hard. You know, that’s what drove your father into an early grave.” I don’t think you can say a person was driven to an early grave when they died at 71, but I don’t tell Mom that. “Yes, I’ll be sure to take as many breaks as I can.” “That’s all I ask.” She hands the phone over to my brother, Charlie. He and I exchange holiday pleasantries then he gives the phone to my other brother Phil and we do the same. When I hang up the phone I am alone in my penthouse.

Like his brother, he was skinny as a rail—pale too, with pinchy shadows around his eyes no boy his age should have. “Sorry,” he said guiltily, though her glower had faded. “Forgot to knock. Charlie ate the last of the cereal yesterday.” Without their mother to cook for them, cereal and milk had become their go-to meal. I’m screwing up, Rebecca thought. If I’m going to keep them out of foster care, I need to do better. “I’ll make breakfast,” she announced, immediately wondering if she could. Charlie skidded down the hall in his socks and bumped into his brother. He and Pete were blond like her, but not identical. Charlie was a hair taller and had a wider, more anxious mouth. He hung his point