Justin Jefferson Little Brother Novels & Stories

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.

“You are not fighting at my table. We’re here to eat and then go to bed. Also, Kylie, you can’t tell her to stay away. They are her brothers!” At least Anna was defending me. “Brothers?” Kylie scoffed “They are not blood-related.” “By law, she is related to Alec. And she can choose to call her brother’s best friend her brother too.” Anna’s words were clipped, a rare flash of steel in her usually gentle demeanor. Kylie rolled her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever. Just stay away from Alec.” I leaned back slightly, finally letting a smirk form. “Don’t worry, you can have him.” I smirked, my voice dripping with feigned indifference. “He’s mid, anyway.” I gave her a look that screamed, yeah,

Jake Jefferson’s body had been disposed of. Poison had gotten creative and Jake knew that he’d never be found. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because he didn’t care, not that his brother was dead or that his parents would never have closure. Jefferson had been delusional. He’d never been the golden boy, it had always been Jefferson. His mother didn’t even remember his favorite meal, but like all things from his past, he simply put it out of his mind and carried on with his life.

I shoved my hands into the deep pockets of the hoodie to stop them from reaching out and touching the hard lines of his stomach. "But since you’re so curious," I continued, tilting my chin up to look him in the eye, "this belongs to Silvio. Your little brother actually has a soul. He saw I was freezing and gave it to me because he’s a gentleman. You should try it sometime." Raphael let out a dry sound that was halfway between a laugh and something else. He didn't look jealous, he looked like he found me hilarious. He leaned down, his lips hovering just an inch from the sensitive skin of my neck, not quite touching but close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath.

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?”

he said suddenly. Katrina’s gaze snapped to him so fast, her lips parted, letting out a soft, breathless pause. No words came out. She tried to pretend like she didn’t care, to hide the relief in her gaze. “I don’t need to know that,” she muttered, forcing coldness into her voice. we're just my step brother, right?" she said with sarcasm and tried to walk past him. Jace moved immediately, his palm pressing against the wall beside her head, blocking her. She halted, her eyes flickering to his arm, then back to his face.

I warned him. "Well, he looks a lot like Damien. They are eighty percent identical. Almost like they're twins." "And you can tell that because? He wasn't even that close to us. How sure are you?" I inquired. "He mentioned having only one brother whom he shared similar looks with. And from the stance he was pointing his gun, I figured it was familiar with Damien's. I have video footage of it, you can check it out yourself." He explained. That got me thinking and I formulated a plan right there.

Cole laughed because he was having fun teasing his friend, and Reyna pouted sadly because she wanted Cole to stay with them after his recovery as well. "Kiddo, why are you upset?" Cole asked her as he noticed her sad pout. "I want you to stay with me forever." He placed his hand on her face and explained to her lovingly, "I'll stay with you forever, Baby, but not here. Did you not notice your brother acting as if he had never kissed his girlfriend?" He rolled his eyes. "Cole, he-" he cut her words. "Cole, he is my brother." He mimicked her and asked, "You're going to say this, right?"

“How are you, little champ?” “I am not little anymore! I am a big boy now.” Jeremy complained, struggling to get away from his doting oldest brother. “You’ll always be my little man.” Jonathan laughed and ruffled his fluffy blonde hair. He was the only brother who inherited their father’s dirty blonde hair, which made him look downright identical to their father. “I didn’t get you any gifts this year, but I helped mom bake the cake,” Jeremy said sheepishly and crossed his arms, pulling a face.