Justin Jefferson Little Brother Novels & Stories

“Delete the videos. Now. We know it’s you.” Marcus smiled slowly. “What videos?” Brady stepped forward. “The ones you sent us. Shower. Alley. Bed. We have your voice on recording. Your laugh. Stop playing dumb.” Marcus leaned back. “Prove it. You pay me and I stay quiet. One hundred and fifty thousand by tonight. Or your mommy gets the shower highlight reel first.” Cassandra’s voice shook with anger. “Why? What did we ever do to you?” Marcus laughed that same creepy laugh. “Your perfect little stepbrother life. Rich parents. Hot girlfriend who happens to be family. I lost everything because of guys like you. Now I take it back. One video at a time.”

He stood up for me and declared, "Everything I own will belong to Ethan in the future. He is my son. Tonight isn't just about celebrating his admission to university. It's also the day he takes my last name. From today on, he's officially a Laurent!" Ever since I moved into the Laurent residence with Mom, I had always called him Mark. He never asked me to call him anything else. But that night, just so I could hold my head high in front of Dad and Ian, he publicly declared that he intended to leave his inheritance to me. At that moment, blood relations didn't matter anymore. "Pops," I called out to him in front of everyone. Ian clicked his tongue. "What's the point of inheriting a company th

Jace, walking past on his way back from somewhere, his eyes taking in the scene, me soaked in coffee, Mina and Joy standing over me like victorious bullies, and the crowd of silent witnesses. “Brother,” I called out, my voice breaking. Surely now. Surely this was too far even for him. “Please—” He stopped and looked at me for one long moment. But when he spoke, his words crushed whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to. “Deal with whatever you’ve done,” he said coldly, then turned and walked away.

"Wow, I haven't seen you in forever! How have you been? You just dropped off the face of the earth!" Before she could answer, a heavy arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her back into a hard, familiar chest. Justin’s scent, soap, spice, and pure menace, enveloped her. "There you are, baby," Justin said, his voice a honey-smooth lie. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering a second too long. His grip on her shoulder was vice-tight. He looked at Ben, and his friendly smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were chips of black ice. "I'm Justin, her brother. And you are?"

The doctors stupidly gave them five minutes to recover before breaking the news that Logan's little brother was in a critical condition. Logan and his grandma barely had the time to mourn for they were clinging to the last strings of hope for his baby brother. Three days went in turmoil as they kept themselves stronger, but it was a misfortune that his brother passed away too. He had succumbed to his injuries. Logan couldn't believe this, he didn't want to believe this. Funeral was bleak and because of the little gap between his family's demise and the funeral, Logan didn't feel at peace. He definitely felt lighter during the funeral, but not completely. He was still disturbed, the heaviness

he replies. "Okay then he is a boy and he's my Friend so I call him BOYFRIEND" "You understand little Justin " I continued. Gosh, how many times have I lied today. God, please forgive me, I've got no choice. "Ohh, then I can call you girlfriend because you are my friend?" Justin says suddenly. I give myself high-five for being so genius. I nod my head grinning at him. "Exactly, I am your GIRL-FRIEND and your brother is my BOY-FRIEND"

This had to be some sort of trick, but Milo could not get a read on Justin to say otherwise. “I do. This isn’t some trick. You are my younger brother though I know we haven’t had a chance to get to know each other, but I would at least like to try. I know Maryanne would love to get to know you as well. The others may be, and I wouldn’t hold out hope, but they will warm up to you.” Justin said as he looked at Milo, who gave his hand and then was found in a hug. “Now, as your big brother, don’t you think you should introduce me to your “Assistant?” “She is more than that,” Milo said.

Jeff remarked. "I'm good, the little brother is a chicken. The whole family has already decided that I'm the best successor," Braston smirked arrogantly. "Don't get too convinced, this is much more than just killing," he said with a wicked grin, revealing his yellow teeth amidst the Cuban cigar. "Give me some more time, it's still a long way to go for me to take over. Mistakes happen, but this one can be corrected." "Don't think it's that much time. I can make your brother the successor tomorrow if I want to," Jeff said calmly, straightening his collar hidden by the coat.

Jeff was so shocked when he heard her. Brother? Did Finn Daniels have a sister? But he sighed in relief. At least he was her brother and not her boyfriend. He smiled. “Oh, nice to meet you, President Daniels. I'm Jeffrey Morgan. I just didn't know that Jojo had a brother.“ Finn shrugged. “I also didn't know that she had male friends,” he said and looked at Jojo meaningfully. Jojo could only ignore them. She didn't know why they seemed to hate each other. Did they know each other before?

Gideon wouldn't even be part of the equation. He said, "Gideon's only a month older than you. He's technically your older brother, but back then, he was always the smallest and skinniest among us. You could push him around however you wanted. Remember the first time you two met? He gave you that tiny kite he'd made himself.