Novel & Cerita Miss Perfect And Her Brothers

From the moment I smelled her scent, she became the most important person in my life. “This can’t be happening,” she said, mostly to herself. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes like this.” “What if it’s not a mistake?” She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. Everything I thought I knew about my future had just fallen apart. “Your brothers hate me,” she said quietly. “They don’t hate you. They’re confused. We all are.” I took another step closer. “This has never happened before—three brothers sharing one mate. It’s impossible. But it’s happening anyway.”

“Woman, please. You and your family drugged my sister into ending up in bed with your son. You forced her into an abusive marriage by threatening to kill her friends and foster parents. You caused her miscarriage twice. You discarded her like trash and had the media harass her. You don’t qualify to speak to my sister. You are not even worthy to polish her shoes!” “So, you Spencer’s knew who Miss Forrest was all along,” Jaden Smith says and shakes his head in disbelief. He and Erick are rivals. “No wonder you suddenly ended you engagement with Rose. You were executing the biggest heist in history,” he adds and everyone nods while Erick bites his head off. “Shut up, Jaden!” Erick grits his tee

The place instantly fell silent. … I shut the door and opened a group chat titled "Operation Bring Amanda Home." My mother and brothers worked fast. Within seconds, more than twenty profiles of potential marriage candidates flooded the chat. My five stepbrothers practically competed with each other to make recommendations. "This one's never touched cigarettes or alcohol, and his personal life is spotless." "This guy built his own business from the ground up. He's romantic, successful, and one of the six most handsome men in Kingsport." My finger paused over the final message.

"Look at you. You're stunning. If he's embarrassed of you, I can't imagine how he feels about me." Isabelle told me to get comfortable on the couch first, while she gets some iced chocolate for the three of us. Right after she left, two young boys approached me. They looked about seven or so. Both looked similar to each other and I could see a little of Isabelle in their features. They both had dark blonde hair and the same dark blue eyes. "Hello!" One of them said. "Who are you?" "Hi," I smiled. "You must be Isabelle's twin brothers? I'm Audrey. One of her... friends."

Missy inquired, breaths matching her tottering heartbeat with her head wrapping round the reality. This is not what she’s thinking. “Which Danny would I be talking about then. Of course it is him.” Thea replied, still trying to get why her best friend looked so tensed up. “Oh my gosh. Danny is my brother. The motherfucker is the son of the woman that ruined my life. Get your bags Thea, I’m about to go fuck his ass up.” Missy breathed out her words, grabbing her school bag that slumped harshly across her shoulder.

“What? No, you don’t say that to any of those four overprotective egoistical testosterone driven creatures! They are awesome, they are the best brothers ever, got it?” I shake my head in amusement. “You have four brothers?” Isaac asks from beside me. She nods. “And I’m their one and only sister.” “Who they spoil rotten,” I add. “Yeah, if that means by playing endless pranks on their little defenseless sister, then I agree,” Nicki says, wiping fake tears. “Must have been fun growing up,” Isaac says. She smiles. “Yeah, I’m not going to deny that.” I look downwards again, to see Jude now staring at our side of the bleachers, his eyes wandering as if searching for someone. I look away quickly to

Mish and her sisters had to be very careful or their kind would be exposed by the tattle prattles. The triplets had been hanging around with them since they arrived but the Greyson sister's ire had not thawed, not even a little. If not for Aunt Del, they would have washed their hands off of them the moment they stepped into La Guadia's VIP lounge. "Where are your husbands?" July asked, looking around her, before settling in between her sisters. Another stupid luncheon with them. Mish would have preferred to sleep the day away to make up for those nights she was busy practicing with Xavier. But her sisters needed support. These hyenas were a handful. Such a pity they couldn't be buried alive

“For the thousandth time, I'm not dating, I don't want to meet your friends, I'm not going to any charity ball, and I don't want to stress more than I already am.” Madeleine snorted of her childish way, which she ended up discovering in a few years that she got everything she wanted when issuing. The eyes of that light blue shade, identical to mine — but without that genetic flaw that made me have the heterochromy it didn't have — semi-t close and her mouth bowed slightly down. The damn thing knew that everyone was always “I miss you, little brother.” “I don't fall for it.” “Mom is freaking out because it's been at least four months since you forgot about us.”

I smiled, “That’s fine. Mom will be on solid food by then.” Sebastian walked in and sat at the table with his arm around me, “Morning everyone. How’s it going?” Everyone nodded when Sam laughed, “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy having the house to yourselves.” He laughed, “It didn’t matter if we had the house to ourselves or not. All of our bedrooms are soundproof. It’s not an issue if we have company or not.” Mom and dad laughed while Sam blushed. Sebastian chuckled, “Don’t try to mess with me. You know I can make you stop with only a couple words.” Sam gasped, “You are evil, brother.” Sebastian laughed, “Not evil, sister. I just know how to give it back when my sisters try to mess wi