Novel & Cerita He Is Not Heavy He's My Brother

"Of course not, it's just that someone else likes to her too, crazily." I frowned deeply at that and he laughed. "Who?" I asked him, hoping it was not him. I'm trying so hard to push my brother away from his delusion, he shouldn't add to it. "Seven." He blurted out and I relaxed. "And I don't think he's dead." My heart hammered firmly against my ribs.

“Adrian.” “No.” He slams his palm against the railing, the sound cracking through the morning air. “Don’t you dare talk like you’re a ghost already. You’re my brother. You’ve always been the one who never quits, never bends, never lets anyone else carry the damn weight. Don’t you start giving up now.” I stare at him, caught off guard by the heat in his voice. For once, he doesn’t joke. Doesn’t smirk. Just looks at me like he’s daring me to argue.

“Why? He is your brother. You don’t need to dress up for family.” “My brother hates the fact I drive truck. Look, Little one, my brother is the Alpha of a very rich pack, he thinks the job is beneath me. I am his little brother; he thinks he should take care of me. If he sees me looking like this he will worry. Do you understand?”

Nope, it’s him alright, in flesh and blood. What the hell is my brother doing here?

He knew more than he was letting on. “I’m going to go for now. It’s not the last time you’re going to hear from me. Next time you’re going to give me information on your brother.” “I don’t have a brother!” He shouted. His words were laced with venom and hatred that showed through every fibre of his being. He didn’t have a brother because his parents didn’t have another son. He didn’t have a brother because he hated his guts, but that wasn’t enough to erase a human being.

he mutters under his breath, but I just shrug because I don’t care, “Just don’t do anything wild.” “Of course not. I’m a sad drunk,” I let him know, in case he doesn’t remember how sad and pathetic I was after the party we went to in the Blues pack when Georgie blocked me, “I’m only wild when I snort something… hehe, that was a jokey joke.” He’s about to pop a vessel. “I know damn well you’re not joking, I’m not stupid. I know the type of stuff you’ve done,” my brother mutters with an annoyed scoff. He’s such a goody two shoes, “Fortunately, you won’t find any of that here.”

Thankfully, everyone is giving their attention to the fight, not us, "Don't say shit like that, I'm just a good friend." A good friend who may fantasize about him, but would never do anything about it. "Are you sure? He's a real cutie, ain’t he? He looks so much like his brother, but at the same time he doesn't at all, especially now," he says and I get even more annoyed. Brother? I've never heard of him having a brother, "Oh boy, he's got you completely in the dark. He must not like you as much as he likes me, he used to tell me everything about his life."

“I thought he is your brother?” “No he isn’t. I don’t want to see that asshole here ever again! He is not my brother!” He turned and stormed out.

My hands wrap around the handle. "There are switches beneath the guards," my brother says. "Flip them and then hold down the buttons. The rest, I am sure you can handle." "Thank you," I say, looking up but seeing no one. "Wait, where is my brother? Where did he go?" I look around but I can't see him anymore. It's like he just disappears into the air. As I continue to look for him, I hear Heavy Metal's voice. "That's everything," he says. "Fine. I'm coming back."

His eyes went down, “ Yeah that's kind of odd, but you know I'm not one into town gossip, I only know what I see and I'm more than glad that I meet you that night, though you were a little bit out of it.” I laughed at what he said, “ I mean who wouldn't be, I practically found who I was going to spend my life with helping another person ride out an orgasm.” He breathed out at that, “ Oh… yeah, I'm not against what you did, my brother is a dick.” I snorted, “ He has one obviously, what did you expect.” He nodded again not saying a word while he grabbed another wine bottle and popped it open. “Still want some, or are you tipsy already.”