Justin Jefferson Little Brother Novels & Stories

After a beat, he puffed up his tiny chest and promised, “Don’t worry big treasure... little treasure… Little baby will protect little siblings till you come back.” He made a gesture of invoking a promise, “I promise not to take even half a step away from little siblings. I will get little aunt to feed them when they are hungry and get little uncle to change their diapers when they are wet.” “Us too… we will help little baby.” Leo, Liam and Joshua chorused. Stifled laughs rose as Chris tapped the little overlord’s head, “Do you think your little uncle has no other job?” Little baby considered the question carefully before shaking his head.

I smiled at him and rubbed my eyes as I nodded to him. His car was already parked in some parking area inside a building. It's been a month since we started our relationship. Rhon decided to visit his brother, he used to share with me the story about his brother. How they met him and how he became part of their small yet rich family. His younger brother was his only sibling. And he was always happy when we talked about him, that's why I really wanted to meet him as well, I already saw him in pictures that Rhon showed me but seeing his brother in person would be much better.

Justin, my big brother who had been standing behind my parents, waiting his turn approached, his sharp, eyes scanning me for any signs of pain before wrapping me in a careful but firm hug. “You scared the hell out of me, Little sister.” His voice was raw, filled with unspoken emotions. I melted into my brother’s embrace, closing my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Justin had been the one I was most worried about, apart from our parents. When I went missing, he had been the one to hold the family together, balancing pack responsibilities while organizing search parties, scouring the sea for me. He had fought for me—against enemies outside our territory and the doubt that must have crept into h

I sighed as I sat up in my queen sized bed, my long brown hair cascaded down in waves over my shoulders, I stared at myself in the mirror opposite my bed and just looked at the features everyone thought was so damn beautiful but I hated! You must be wondering why do I hate my features so much? Well... My mother is blonde and 5 ft 10, with straight hair, blue eyes and pink pouty lips, she looks like a greek goddess. My dad, he's 6 ft with black hair and blue eyes, my brother is a mix of both of them with his jet black hair and striking blue eyes, he has the most perfect lips and as future Alpha you can imagine how the girls swoon for him. Me on the other hand, I am well liked and respected bu

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

Angelina and Maxwell were just about to board the latter's private jet when his best friend came bounding towards them with a box of Domino's Pizza in his hands. Panting and heaving as if he had run all the way to the airport, he thrusted the box into Maxwell's hands, making him to give him a quizzical look. But Ethan's eyes were on Angelina instead. "Hi Americano! Traveling and leaving me behind this time around, right? Is that a way to treat your own brother?"

I hate it. Leaving them alone wasn't something I was happy about either, but I knew that Justin was with them and that was why I was able to make that bold decision.. Justin is my big brother, even though we don't share a drop of blood. My father adopted him after his entire family died in a massacre that also killed Darrell's elder brother. Justin was the only survivor that day. And since then, he's been more of a real brother to me than most people get with their actual siblings.

he tucked a strand of my hair behind gently and I chuckled. “ I love you too, big bro..” his hand froze mid air but immediately dropped them.. Justin had always been like the brother I never had.. He was always there for me and treated me with love and respect, something a big brother would do for his sister.. “ Yeah I guess I'll always be a big bro to you..” he mumbled with a smile on face and I wondered what he was on about.. “ Don't you think it's high time you get married?” I mumbled while stuffing my mouth and he almost choked on his water..

Austin said. Austin was the Jeffersons second son and an elder brother to the twin girls who were only eight years old. He had salt and pepper hair, just like his father and when he smiled, he had a cute dimple at the side of his face. "I've been a loyal fan since I got to know them. Wait till you meet my friend, Emily, she's a die hard fan." Amanda laughed. "The boy band just have a way of infecting you with their good vibes." Austin said.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.