Novel & Cerita Justin Jefferson Little Brother

Gabrielle had grown on her badly, so instead, she stuck by the nickname 'Brie'. "Do I look okay?" She turned to her brother, Adam, who was silently playing a game on his phone. He took a second to respond, his soft, brown hair flopping down into his eyes as he hunched over the colourful screen. "Huh?" He looked up, sacrificing his game in the process. His soft, freckled face shone with admiration for his sister. "You look great." He smiled and stood up with a jump. He trotted clumsily over to the window and glanced out with a thoughtful expression.

Yeah, Dad found out a few months after he quit school, but well, Justin still didn't go back so you can guess how much Dad did to get him back to school. Justin was fifteen while I was twenty-three. I remember very well how I used to brag to my classmates that I had the most adorable brother. He was a toddler then, and sadly, that was pretty much when he stopped being adorable. He grew to be everything that he shouldn't be. He was lazy, disrespectful, stubborn and annoying. He was also a heroin addict and had been in and out of several rehabilitation centres. Yes, he was fifteen. We used to hear more from each other but he continued to draw away from me because he didn't want anyone telling

Justin P.O.V: Two Weeks Ago... "Justin, bro! I heard my brother Austin said. running inside my room. Oh, fuck! What does my brother want? "Hey, Justin! I heard Dustin said. No, I take that back, my two brothers want. I grab my hair and yawn in my bed. I started sitting up. I start climbing out of my bed. I can see my brothers have a big grin on their faces. We were all excited to go back to college. We go to Harvard University. I am a senior this year and the captain of the football team. I am the linebacker, and I hope the Pittsburgh Steelers pick me this year for next year's team. Dustin is a junior, and he is the quarterback and one of the best players. I am not just saying this because

I sighed, “but let’s not talk about it right now. Let’s enjoy this day.” “Ok, no more talk about sadness,” Amelie perked in. “It’s a happy day. The day I got the best little brother on the planet.” “You’re a little biased, Amelie,” I chuckled. “You’re the only reason that I made it to 20 years old.”

she joked with her brother Jefferson laughed at her joke. “I’ll take you with me so you can learn to swim.” You are old and don’t know how to swim. Just only sleeping the sports you know since.” He joked with Jenny back. “It’s good to sleep. Especially now I feel sleepy.” She smiled at him Jefferson ruffled her hair. “Even then it was just sleep you know.” Jefferson “Do you really have to mess with my hair?” she said trying to avoid her brother. Jefferson stopped what he was doing “Let’s go up bro. Mommy will never come back here. Maybe she is sleeping already.” It’s Jenny

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

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

As both of their phones pinged with the message, they finally broke the eye contact and checked the message which read, 'Hello lovebirds! I'm still in the room in case you haven't noticed! And I hope you guys have gotten the message behind that painting— I need a sibling as soon as possible! Boy or girl, I don't really mind. All I want is a sibling! Though I have you guys but I still feel lonely at times. I need someone to pamper and spoil like you guys do to me. Someone to gossip with, someone to play pranks with, someone to share secrets with—- just someone I can be with who's not an adult! All my life, all the people I've known or associated with are adults. So I want a little bit of chan

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.

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.