Justin Jefferson Little Brother Novels & Stories

Just like that, Justin’s repeated hiring of hitmen, resulting in deaths and serious injuries, was dragged into the open. I wasn’t surprised. In the dream, when he arranged for my brother to be run down, he hadn’t hesitated for a second. It had been clean and practiced, clearly not his first time. My brother, on the other hand, pulled me into a relieved hug, repeating how lucky we were. With the chairman arrested and the Griffin family thrown into chaos, other companies in the city carved up their assets. My brother and I made sure to take our share as well. Even if Justin ever got out, stripped of power and out of society for years, he would never again have the chance to threaten us.

, He barked, releasing my chin from his grip. . “Let’s go”, Justin said. . I looked at the way they all walking away laughing with a lot of satisfaction through my blurred eyes. And then I looked toward Luke, who was still staring at me. He sighed and walked toward me. . “I am sorry for what my brother did to you.”, He muttered. Is Justin his brother? “Justin is my younger brother. He just hates all the Alpha because one of you had raped him and from then he is burning in revenge. You better never come back here otherwise things could get worse than it happened today.”, He warned before leaving.

I scan my eyes around him. "Dad? He's at his office. Why are you looking for him?" He asks, then smiles grimly. "If you go out with me, I can help you - OW!" A spoon flung at the back of his head and was in the direction where his younger brother, Jeremy, glared behind the counter. "Dude!" Justin growl and rub his head. "Did you just throw a spoon at my head?" "Yeah," his brother says bluntly. "Stop flirting and get back to work."

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

“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.”

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.

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

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.

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.

Justin only raised one eyebrow as he stared down at Luna. “Me keeping it from you had nothing to do with you,” he said, arrogant as ever. Luna couldn’t believe her ears. “’Had nothing to do with me’? Are you kidding me?! It had everything to do with me! It’s my sister we’re talking about here, my sister!” “Yes, and my brother,” Justin added. He crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring Luna’s pose. Luna scoffed, she shook her head as she stared at Justin.