Justin Jefferson Little Brother 소설 & 이야기

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

Jameson almost killed her that day. Another time, she found her brother's only clean pair of underwear and she hid it. Jefferson spent the entire morning searching for it until he finally decided to go out with no underwear. When he came back, he found the underwear neatly folded on his bed and a sweet note from his sister that read, did you have a nice day?. He almost ran mad.

Justin snorted and replied, “She doesn’t trust me, but she trusts a man I know. If he likes me, she’ll give me the benefit of the doubt.” After the meeting broke up, Justin found himself handing out orders to first his brother who he explained to briefly what the situation was. He saw his fun-loving brother go from Mr. Mischievous to Mr. Sinister in one second flat. It was like that with them, mistreating children was a sore spot with them all.

"Just... get the fuck out." Jefferson chuckled low, unfazed. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek with a thick finger, the touch electric. "Feisty. I like that. But alright, I'm going. Justin, man, we'll talk later. Hit me up when the coast is clear." He shot her brother a wink, then turned, his ass flexing in those tight jeans as he brushed past her. Justin, now half-dressed, stood awkwardly. "Jefferson, wait—"

"Zoey, get up and eat!" "..." I won't do that! Zoey, who had sat up because of his gaze, suddenly fell back on the bed. When she wrapped her head with the quilt again, she suddenly heard him change the topic and went straight to her brother. "Justin's funeral is going to be held on the weekend, and many things need to be decided by you in person. So, if you don't cheer up, I will be in a dilemma!" Zoey, "..." The straightforward words made Zoey's tears fall directly. Her brother, whom she had relied on for so many years, had loved her so much since she was a child...

Whenever they were in a bad mood, they'd take it out on me, leaving my face and body covered in scars. Eventually, I was sold to a middle-aged couple, who had just lost their son. They took me to a remote, impoverished village. Lex and Gina Little had bought me, not because they wanted a son, but because they wanted someone to serve them and take care of them when they grew old. Since I was older, I was the cheapest option. From the moment I arrived at their house, I had to wake up before dawn to start work. I farmed, fed pigs, and even prepared their meals and did their laundry on a strict schedule.

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle. The AI brother who had walked into my home when I was 14—stealing my bedroom, my place in the family, and everything that was mine—had just been sent back. Like a defective piece of merchandise, he was packed into a box, slapped with a return label, and shipped right back to the factory. Sapphire walked over to my bedside. Her steps were heavy, as if her legs were weighted with lead. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly collapsed into a crouch, burying her face in her hands.

What was buried inside that cradle was— “Baby. I’m a brother too. Say ‘Brother Harper’!” A baby with black hair and blue eyes. The budding criminal (age 0) who would commit this and that to Harper himself. “Brother Gabriel, can’t he talk yet?” “He’s only a month old.” “Then how big does he have to be before he talks?” “I don’t know. I wish he’d never talk in his entire life.” At the honest feelings that slipped out without me realizing, Harper tilted his head. “Why? Brother, don’t you want to play with him?”