Novel & Cerita Mikeys Brother

Mike says, hugging me like he doesn't want to part from me. My cheeks flush as I inhale my brother's smoky scent. "I don't know if our parents will allow me. Mom will be worried. Besides, your friends might be there," I complain, knowing it's inevitable that Sunny will definitely be there. Mike chuckles and replies, "It's only Sunny. I don't keep many friends around me. And Sunny is trusted. He sees you like his sister. So nothing will go wrong with you." "Is that so?" I ask Mike, though my chest hurts as I feel disappointed to hear that Sunny sees me as his sister.

Maureen's POV It was my brother's eighteenth birthday. My parents, for the first time, have been home all day. It seemed strange seeing them around because they were never around. The Alpha of our pack was also present. My name is Maureen. I am the only daughter and second child of the High Moon Pack's Beta male and female. My brother Lancelot is three years and some months older than I am. And that day my brother was turning eighteen, I was so filled with joy.

I thought to myself, caressing my chin. "My... my what?" I kept thinking, but my eyes lit up when I finally recalled what she had said ten years ago. "My brother is only a minute old, that's what she said," I told my Beta, and he raised a brow. "Brother? Does that mean they're siblings?" "I don't know," I replied, and he started typing on his computer. "Alpha Michael had a daughter. I can't find her name anywhere, though, but I'll dig deeper. She's a princess of blue. What does that mean?" He asked me, while my eyes were fixed on his computer.

The house looked empty, and there were no common appliances like a TV. At this time, a fast-running figure rushed toward us. "Mable Bell!" I took a closer look and realized that the figure had stopped very close in front of us. It was a very young man. Mable Bell introduced me to the young man, "This is Mike, my brother. Mike, this is Flora, my friend." "Hello. My sister has seldom brought a human friend home, especially... a friend who smells so good. What's the matter with the wound on your face?" Mike circled around me curiously.

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

he replied, while Kristine sat there waiting. “Who told you about them? There were two pups?” he questioned. “I met my half-brother. His name is Mike. He has a twin sister named Brittany. He says you knew about them, yet you claim you did not,” Kristine stated to her father. “I swear I knew nothing about them,” her father replied sadly.

Mikhail took her on a cute ice-cream date. "You said you want to eat ice-cream but I don't see you eating any." Mikhail smirked naughtily. "I'll eat mine tonight." She turned red and punched his arm playfully making him chuckle. He dropped her back to the hospital and met Jeh. "Mikhail, Ivan had one brother too... It's mentioned in the data" He showed him his profile and Mikhail zoomed the screen to check carefully. "If he had a brother then where is he now?" Mikhail questioned.

He was laughing, and Kaden started to answer, but they were interrupted by Micheal banging in the back door. Micheal, Liam’s brother, had recently turned twenty-one. He had followed Liam to move since their parents had died during an attack on their pack some years ago. He was already a formidable contender for dominance and ready to find a mate. He had enough of his father in him to make him tough, strong, and a force to be reckoned with.

I’m too damn happy to have the beautiful view, I could care less about anything else. Doing anything at all with my oldest brother is like getting stabbed repeatedly in the eye with a dull pencil. He’s too much like our father: an absolute control freak. Though his patience and ability to reign it in are not even in the same orbit. Mikey is a loose cannon, the very definition.

she said with tears, he then slipped the ring in her finger, it fits like a glove. My new brother who is yet to know his name started clapping so did I, he looked at me And smile, but I could see sadness hidden in it, I shook it off since it's not possible The marriage went by fastly as if he already made all necessary arrangements, Even before he proposed, I didn't get to spend much time with my new brother, His name is Mavis, everybody in our school know he is my brother now Though we have a different surname, he is Okafor and I bears the name of my father, Arinze