Knowing Brother Exo Episode Berapa Novels & Stories

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Ethan had never been one to give away personal matters, yet here he was, boldly confirming everything without hesitation. The host’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting such a straightforward answer. But she recovered quickly, her smile turning sharp as she leaned closer. “She’s your brother ex-girlfriend, Ethan,” the host said, her voice carrying a tone that dripped with judgment. “Do you think it’s proper to have your brother’s leftover?” The words cut like knives. My entire body stiffened as though I had been slapped. How dare she? I wanted to scream at the television, to throw something at the host for uttering something so cruel, but I stayed frozen, waiting, my entire body taut with te

what wait did I miss any dialogue in middle what brother who brother he shouted "shutup dare to call that again I will cut your tongue again you're just a unknown cousin to me there is no other relationship" eva said "these people are not what you think they're really bitches they'll do saying for money and fame" he slapped her my gosh what exactly happening here he said "you're no less than a bitch so dont give your name to others moreover they're innocent and pure not a rotten character like you shut up and get lost before I forget I'm a human"

" My lips parted because he mentioned my ex's name, what does he know? I looked at my friend and he seemed to understand what I meant so he stood up and said goodbye that he was just going to the bathroom. When he left, the man sat in front of me. "What do you know? And how did you meet Kevyn? Who are you?" I asked one after another. "Wooo! Easy woman, there's only one and the enemy is weak. First I'm Drake, I know if you're gone, he cheated on you right?" "So what now? What do you care about that?" I promise. "He's my brother." My eyes widened because of what he said and I was about to stand up when he stopped me.

I had to talk to Noah. I stormed towards the staircase, but Liam stepped in front of my path, “Ella, finally, you’re here.” “Of course I’m here. I need to go talk to…wait, what’s his name?” I said. I frowned. Why couldn’t I remember his name? “You came here to confront your secret boyfriend who happens to be my brother, remember?” Liam said, trying to help me along. I nodded, “Right, yes. But why can’t I remember his name.”

The way he also looked at me like I was something he used to love… and now couldn’t stand. Shit. Resse exhales slowly. “I mean… You did say your stepbrother’s name is Evan.” I stop pacing. “Yeah,” I admit. “And that’s your ex’s name.” “I know that.” “And you just ran into your ex… here. Tonight, out of nowhere.” I glare at him. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m saying,” Resse shrugs, “it’s either the worst coincidence in history or it’s exactly what it looks like.”

"Yes. Benjamin saw me when I could not see myself. He believed in me when I stopped believing. He is my partner in every sense of the word." Jessica smiled. "That is beautiful. Some people might judge that relationship. Dating your ex's brother." "Let them judge. I am not living my life for other people's approval anymore." The interview aired three days later. It was honest and raw and real. The response was overwhelming. Donations poured in. Women called asking about programs. Other cities reached out wanting to replicate The Phoenix Center model. "You are becoming famous," Mirabel teased. "I do not want to be famous. I just want to help people."

“I stopped being yours the day you decided I was nothing more than a role.” A pause. Then: “I want you back.” The words hung there, thick and heavy. I stared at him, heartbeat pounding in my throat. And just when I opened my mouth to respond— A second voice echoed from behind me. “Funny timing, big brother,” Jaxon said, stepping in through the open kitchen balcony. “She already has plans.”

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

I heard Enzo call from behind, concern etched in his features. “Th… Thank you…” she gasped, turning to leave, hope blooming in her eyes. “At the expense of your brother.” I finished my statement, the weight of my words hanging in the air. Kimberly stopped dead in her tracks, the shock evident on her face. “You know my brother?” she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. Enzo moved closer, showing her footage of her brother, doing rehearsals in lit studio. “He has eyes on him,” I told her, satisfaction curling my lips. I watched her demeanour shift, her bravado wilting as reality settled in.