He Is Not Heavy He's My Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sat up, took a bottle and drank it all " I want to tell you something else... I know you won't like it." He just looked at me " I met Jeffery!" " Yes, and?" He asked calmly Is this my brother, guys? This is so odd!!! My brother is not this calm!! " He said bad fake stuff about mom and I hit him." " Okay." This is really not my brother!!! Get me my fucking brother back!!! Ohh or let this one, he is nice but I want my brother back!

"Is not meant derogatory, on the contrary." "You know him?" I asked suspiciously. “Do I know him? He's my big brother. " What?! "Didn't he tell you about me?" He laughed as if at a joke I didn't understand. “No, of course he didn't. I'm too embarrassed for him. Our big, bad hunter can't tell anyone he's related to me. ”He stretched out his arm as if to pat my shoulder, but the sight of the gun pointed at me had burned into my retina. I flinched.

He laughed out loud. “Oh, this must be Sidha, for whom you kicked our your own mum out of the country. Blackmailing your own dad with his wrongdoings in return of sending you're own mum to state, that's too cruel don't you think little brother? Don't worry, I won't tell Sidha all your secrets, they are dug deep in my heart.” with that, he poked his own chest where the heart is positioned. “Hey, before I lose the chance to introduce myself, I'm your brother-in-law. Chen Aryan's big brother. You must be Sidha. I'm impressed by you. You have lots of potential, already creating a big stir in the family, not bad.

But he made me feel comfortable Like I was allowed to be myself around him. “Yeah. I am Poseidon’s step-brother.” And I was banging him.

he replied I took a breath hearing all these. “Okay, but have you by any chance seen him before the ball? Or Heard anything?” Aiden narrowed his eyes. “Little girl are you deaf or something? I just said I don’t know where he is, and what’s your buisness anyway with him?” I blinked. “He’s my brother…” “Oh is that so? You look like an Omega too, so your brother who couldn’t show up for his duties today, Figures he’d send his little sister to clean up his mess.”

he snapped his fingers and leaned closer, "Are there more like you somewhere? These men would kill to see your underwear in the market." I gasped as fear struck me, "I-I" "I'm kidding," he teased. "Relax a little, okay? How do I know him? Well, let's just say he and I have a special relationship that runs deeper than the streets or the old man's sick game of picking up thugs and naming them sons," he rolled his eyes dramatically. I tried to piece his words together, "I don't… I don't understand-" "He's my brother. What do you say I take you to him?" his tone turned light but that didn't make my fear disappear. "You ran out to find him, didn't you? You should learn to stay put. Matteo doesn't

I snap out of the past and look at my brother as he places a coffee down beside me and I smile. “Thanks. I’m fine. Why are you still awake? Or are you just coming home?” I ask him and he smirks at me, running a hand through his dark hair that is like mine. I will say this about my big brother. He is seven years older than me, but he is a man whore. Doesn’t mean I don’t love him, though. He was there when I needed him most. He doesn’t know the truth, and I won’t be telling him or anyone soon. All he knows is that the crash left me infertile.

“Indeed. Do you want to go for a ride later?” “Your brother won’t like it.” “Do you care?” He raised a brow. “I don’t want you to get into a fight.” “Trust me, fighting is in our nature. Even without others getting involved, we have already beaten each other bloody.” She frowned. “Why?” He shrugged. “That is how brothers are.” “Really?” He chuckled. “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Two hundred and twenty-four.” “Oh. I feel old.” She joked. He laughed.

I saw his eyes widened when I mentioned being Solene's step brother. He definitely did not see that coming, I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to come out of me. I like the way he is on edge, that is what he gets for speaking faster than his tongue. I brought out a hand to shake him. “Forgive my manners, what's your name again.” He shook my hand and I felt his firm grip, he is stronger than I take him for. Although his physique doesn't look it. “Aaron Shire.” He said in a plain voice and face.

I laughed, spreading my arms wide, tobacco still burning between my fingers. Zed didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He simply spoke: “I’m not here to play games, Roberto. What do you want?” “Come on, bro… is that how you greet your big brother?” I grinned. “Brother?” he chuckled. “Last time I checked, we don’t share blood.” “You're right,” I said brightly. “Very right. So let’s get into business.” I took another drag of smoke, letting it swirl around my head as I studied him.