Handsome Siblings 1992 Novels & Stories

I didn't understand why he was so mad about us stealing the demo car. And the fact that it had been a demo car was what accelerated the whole thing. We were young and stupid, and I missed all those days. I remember Romeo and Elon climbing up the tree beside my bedroom to sneak in and play with me, then running to Sebastian's and playing as well. Man those were the good days. I mean, yeah, it was just 7 years ago, at least we did not have girl problems and ran at the idea of seeing boobs. We were still young, reckless with no care in the world. And I used to be the dumbest of them all. I remember crying because they told me I used to suck titties when I was young.

So, it’s either a dream or a really, really bad day. “Anyway, getting back to said package.” Mr. Handsome clears his throat roughly like he knows I’m going off on a tangent in my own mind, and he needs to bring me back to the present. “I knew nothing about this alliance, naturally. I didn’t know anything about your family because all this happened when I was two years old myself. We’re the same age if you can believe that. Leave it to our horrible fathers to come up with something totally devious to do to their children. Anyway, I’ve spent the last fourteen years of my life trying to forget the world before this one. But then, this package arrives. Am I boring you?”

"Exactly. Rich, good-looking, and smart? Come on, leave something for the rest of us." "Sure, so what isn't Giselle good at?" "Rich, gorgeous, smart, with a super hot boyfriend, she's living the dream. I guess being someone's favorite does mean you can get away with anything." "Confirmed. Sam's the real older brother. Only a real brother would roast him in public like this. Iconic chaotic siblings. Come on, Harry, spill some dirt on him. Or if you don't have any, share some photos we're not supposed to see…"

By this time next week, all of Italy will be under my rule and the Russo Kingdom will be running scared with their tails tucked between their legs. “Are you alright, Boss?” Damien, the youngest of us and my half-brother is the first to ask. Honestly, it’s so typical of him, always so hungry for my approval. Does he think if he plays nice long enough we’ll truly accept him as a Gallardo? We call him our little brother to his face, but behind his back, Damien will always be known as the Bastard—born to our father Nicolo Gallardo, and his whore of a mistress. Our shared blood is honestly the only reason I tolerate him at best, and outright ignore him at worst.

As they made their way toward the venue, few people couldn't help but be bewitched by the trio's beauty. The two great most sought-after bachelors in the USA flocked by their little sister. Their beauty was a sight to behold. The three siblings wore matching outfits of the same color. Damien and Brian wore an Armani blue matching outfit their hair was neatly combed by the side, and both of them were a beautiful sight to behold undue, Brian was more handsome than Damien but Damien wasn't short of beauty standing beside Brian. Immediately they made their way inside, commotion broke out. Whispering soon filled the whole place.

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.

For a moment I want to accept her tempting offer. But I can't. She didn't realize that my mother and father were worse. "I will be fine." Sighing, she nodded. Auntie got up, walked over to the cupboard on the kitchen island. "Have you met Nicholas de Sanctis?" I raised an eyebrow "Yeah. He's my senior in college but I've only seen him a few times." I lied. "Ah, what a shame. Was he already handsome then?" I nodded. No one can deny that blue eyed handsome man, he is truly beautiful in such a wrong and sinful way.

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

Sasha, who was in designer joggers and sneakers and slouched on a couch, listened before replying: “The CEO of the McKinney Empire shakes in his boots for nervousness.. Sweet headline.” Neo darted a fierce look in her direction, which drew more laughter from her. Then, he pounced on her, softly banging a nearby cushion on her temple. The age difference between them was just a couple of years, so they'd always interacted like twins. While Neo had been groomed to take over the family business, Sasha had been allowed to pick and choose a career, and she'd decided to delve into entertainment. But despite their differences in career paths, they'd remained the tightest of siblings.

Laughing at something he said while his arm rested behind her chair casually. My chest dropped so fast it physically hurt. I quickly tapped through the rest of his stories, but they were just plain. Moving to the search bar, I typed in my sister’s name. My hands shook as I went straight to her page and clicked on her story. The very first video showed her wrapped tightly in his arms.