Handsome Brother 소설 & 이야기

And it could be seen that it was still in a dilemma. Caspian knew that Handsome did not like to move or think. The little white pig's thoughtful expression surprised Caspian. Caspian's first reaction was that his words just now had made Handsome realize some new cooking method. "Caspian, I think it's a little strange." Before Caspian could ask, Handsome took the initiative to speak. "What?" "That Carson Montgomery, does he have any other brothers?" Handsome asked again. "I don't think so." Caspian narrowed his eyes slightly. "Did you find anything?"

I ask him, crossing my arms. All i wanted was to go for a fucking run, i didn’t realise that MR drama queen would literally rip someone's heart out because they shook my hand. He's hot, but he’s kind of pathetic too, who the fuck even does that? “So, you are the one my brother is so hung up on.” He says with a smirk, “I can see why.” Brother? Well, shit. This can’t be good. I scoff, leaning back on the scratchy mattress, “Yeah, me too, it’s because he’s a sociopath.”

“You might want to take it easy on the poor glass.” “Not when that bastard is coming towards me and holding the simpleton beside him. Truly, there was another man beside him. To tell the truth, the three brothers are drop dead gorgeous, but this one is a piece of art and a mixture of trouble. He had a smug on his face that said “ I know I am handsome”

how many names had my brother gathered over the years? The 6’5ft blonde with his chiseled angular face and beefy frame was the Prince Charming of most of the Gotham women wolves, as free-handed with his cock as a stripper in a fucking tavern. He couldn't get through his women fast enough. We were alike in our ruthlessness, he and I...and yet he was nothing like me. I was colder, harder to please, my heart black where his was grey. And something about the meaningful look I caught in my brother’s eye when he stared at me told me he knew which one of us had the bigger cock.

I wanted to vomit as I thought we were the only two going to consume the food he ordered. "It tastes so good. Taste it brother, hurry!" I could do nothing but taste what he was saying. The dishes here are delicious. I just kept quiet and ate. "Bro, who is more handsome? You or me? " he asked. I frowned at what he was saying. Why does he keep on calling me brother? "Me, why?" he suddenly frowned at my answer. "Brother Hiro is just like you. You are both annoying and bully. I hate you." He whispered that I did not hear clearly.

I said softly, playing with my food. He barely glanced up. “It was expected. Luca’s proposal has a lot of potential.” Luca. Even his name on Damien’s lips stirred something I didn’t want to feel. It tasted of betrayal and shame all at once. I wonder what happened between the both of them. Damien was focused on cutting into his salmon when I asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you have a younger brother?” His hand paused mid-cut for a second. Then he resumed slicing his food, slowly. “Because it isn’t relevant.”

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

Beside him stood his younger brother, Julian Hartwell—equally powerful, but far less composed today. For seventeen years, the Hartwell empire had ruled industries across continents. They had crushed competitors. Dominated markets. Expanded without mercy. But there was one thing they had never conquered. Loss. Alexander adjusted the microphone. His reflection in the lens of a nearby camera looked calm. He did not feel calm. “Seventeen years ago,” he began, “our three-year-old sister disappeared from our family estate.” The hall fell silent. Even the cameras seemed to pause. Julian’s jaw tightened beside him. Alexander could feel the tension radiating from his brother.

"It would have been preferable if I had my phone on me, but I don't” “You must really love your mom.” “Duh. She’s my best friend. Yeah, we argue, but she always gets me. I get away with a lot ‘cause I’m the last born. And I’ve got my big brother to cover for me.” “Ohh, You have a brother?” “Yeah. He’s twenty-one. And gorgeous. Like... look-into-his-eyes-and-melt gorgeous.” "And what exactly does that mean?" "It denotes that he is attractive. Very attractive! Absolutely stunning. He's built, sexy, cute, hot, and beautiful all at the same time."

“Why?” “I've never seen my brother act like this,” he says, motioning to the hallway. “And not to mention, I've never seen him this happy. He's been... smiley. My brother does not do smiley. Angry, nonchalant, bored, indifferent, intense- but never smiley.” “So?” I shrug. “We went to a beach. Maybe he's just happy he got some.” “He's gotten plenty and never acts like that,” Jonathan assures me. “If he did, I'd be making sure he got a lot more sexy times. If it was that easy to make him smiley, I'd go on dates for him.”