Miss Perfect And Her Brothers の小説・ストーリー

The second and third had to go, as their hands were full of bags and Mishri informed them that she would be buying triple the quantity. Now, they both were alone in the fast-food shop. Mishri knew her brother will almost kill her for fooling the guard. But she didn’t care. She wanted her enemies to think that they are helpless and alone. Her brother had not seen the faces of all the brothers, but she had. As per her brother’s record, two of them had gone through plastic surgeries on their faces while the third and the eldest brother still have the same face because as per him, he is not afraid to face her brother.

Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers—their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hollywood itself. The cheers rose, bouncing off the gym walls. Tricia, especially, was impossible to ignore. She was bouncing in her seat like a toddler on a codeine diet. Her squeals pierced the air, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. And I am quite sure that if someone handed her a fan right then, she would have fainted into it. When the noise simmered down, the tallest of the brothers stepped forward, his voice smooth but heavy with meaning. “I know you all must be wondering why we chose to come here. Fifteen years ag

they greeted warmly. "Wow, you gentlemen are looking quite dashing," Patricia remarked, her gaze admiring Mia's brothers, finding them increasingly charming. Karen's eyes immediately lit up. "Mia, are these your brothers? They're incredibly handsome." Patricia proudly stated, "Indeed, not only are they handsome, but they are also all highly promising young men." "Considering Mia's generous monthly allowance, I bet her brothers are quite successful too. I wonder if any of them are single." Mia rolled her eyes in response. "Let's go, I'm starving."

Eliza's POV; I walk down the stairs with my hands clutching the books I'm hugging to my chest tightly. From the chatters going on downstairs, it's clear that the shooting crew is here. Today is not my day, so obviously they're here for my brother. I get down and find our massive living room, full of people. On the couch is my brother getting his make-up done, and my parents are in a corner discussing. My parents run a modeling school and a fashion industry, and I and my brother are the faces of the companies.

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

Lost in the eyes contact, two children came to stand behind them. "Isn't that Miss Blac?" A 6 year old boy asked. "Yes, that must be her boyfriend. A taller girl who seems to be his elder sister replied him. "I heard people in a relationship kiss. Let's watch them do it." She muttered to her brother with seriousness. The kids folded their arms on their chest to watch their next move. Hearing this from the distance, Sapphire turned to them as they burst into laughter. "Come on, let's go." The girl held her kid brother as they continued skating.

"I'm sorry. For everything I said, everything I did. For letting competition poison what we had." "I'm sorry too. For trying to control everything, including you." "We're idiots." "Spectacular idiots." "But we're learning." "We're learning," he agrees. Outside, the city keeps moving, millions of people living their lives, falling in love, making mistakes, figuring it out as they go. Somewhere out there, Isabella is probably packing, planning, preparing for whatever comes next. And here, in this too-perfect apartment, two brothers are finding their way back to each other.

I believed that the wound brought by the original family would be cured slowly but surely by someone at some time. With my parents' bottomless indulgence, my brother's mania became more and more uncontrollable. He started beating girls in junior high and dropped out before finishing high school. Finally, my mum paid for him to go to a college abroad that didn’t require a high school diploma. When he returned from abroad, my parents, to gain prestige, hosted a big celebration feast in my hometown. That day, Grandma was also very happy and took out the military certificate that had been kept under her pillow all these years.

"Don't worry. Once we've calmed her parents down, we'll get a divorce, and then it'll be our turn, okay?" He said, attempting to sidestep me with Natalie in tow. It was the 99th letdown. I balled my fists, my voice tinged with desperation. "I've been waiting for you 99 times already..." Emmett stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing. "Are you suggesting I should just ignore her family driving her to the brink? "Don't be so cruel." My hand shook, a mix of shock and disbelief coursing through me. I caught Natalie Cooper's triumphant look and her voice, tinged with self-pity.

After my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accused me of swapping the graduation thesis she had prepared for three years, I suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed on the spot. My three brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham, dragged me into the greenhouse as punishment. They locked the door tight after throwing me in. I cried as I explained. I pounded on the door desperately while begging them to believe me. Marcus' eyes were icy, and his tone was final. "The evidence is solid. Why do you think you can still argue about it? Mackenzie nearly failed to graduate. Stay in there and reflect on yourself!"