My Brother In Christ Meme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My phone buzzed suddenly, pulling me from my dark thoughts. I glanced down at the screen. A message had come through, and I saw my brother's name attached to several images. My heart skipped a beat as I opened them, squinting at the screen. Kiara's nude photos. She was giving three dudes a blowjob. The girl looked as unhinged as ever. For a second, Valen vanished from my mind as I absorbed the photos, wondering why on earth my brother sent them. But maybe he wanted me to use this as leverage, a weapon against Byron and Kiara, in case they had something twisted up their sleeves.

“I have been dreaming about this day. My wlder brother, on my table asking me for help.” Daniel looked confused. “I am not your elder brother.” Christian laughed again. “Yes, no more.” He fired off a shot, hitting Daniel on the shoulder. “Fuck,” Daniel clutched his bleeding shoulder. “Why?” “Guess why, brother?” Christian said, removing his mask. Daniel's eyes widened. “It can't be.” “Yeah, it is me. You know, it was so easy to build the crow. Too easy, and you know what made it so easy?” He asked, sneering.

Relax brother, I’m not taking your wife but I must commend that she’s pretty. That’s what my brother does , what do you think? Christian gave out a breath as he stood behind Me in the most protective manner that I had ever seen him act on. “You shouldn’t be here”he dragged his words as if he was warning him. Thane scoffed and then looked away as he stood up. “That’s not a good way to say hi to your big brother that you haven’t seen in the past ten years. I just give it to you Chris , you have grown a lot and you even beat my expectations of what I was expecting but I’m still your big brother and you must have missed me.

I have never worn anything so revealing in my life and I can already tell, just by holding the dress out that my boobs will be showing and most of my thighs. “I thought I was going to have to talk you into this a little more,” Megan laughed. “Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

" I was clutching my knees to my chest curling like an unborn embryo. I was feeling so very helpless and miserable. " " Oh, God !! What do I say?? I am really sorry on his behalf, Avni. If he was alive, I would have beaten him to a pulp for doing this to you or for anyone for that matter. I am really sorry for what my brother did to you. Please forgive me and my family. " I said.

Crystal asked, for whatever Christian was talking about, she has no idea of or she doesn’t know in general on what he means yet she still kept her posture perfectly still, as if nothing concerning was happening. Christian’s expression remained the same as he began leaning onto the backrest of his cushioned seat, sitting like as if it were a throne and he was the king who reigns on it. “You know… the disappearance of my older step-brother, Cristopher?” he spoke, his eyes seemingly held a glint of intent.

“I didn’t take his invitations seriously. And then… the next time I saw him… was at his funeral.” Christian’s eyes glistened. “He was only thirty, and yet, his son calls another man ‘father’ and sees me, his uncle, as a stranger. Life is quite ironic. The poor boy doesn’t even know his true roots.” A single tear slipped free before Christian quickly turned his face away from David, swiping it with the back of his hand. Of all the memories he had, the one with his brother was the most painful of them all. ‘Men don’t cry. Men don’t cry.’ The thought repeated like a stubborn echo in his mind.

Ninth Brother said as he tried to move his hand and pull off Suzy’s clothes. “You jerk! Aren’t you afraid of God’s punishment!?” Suzy shouted. “God’s punishment? Hahahaha!” Ninth Brother burst out in laughter. “I, Ninth Brother, am a merciless killer. I don’t believe in God or whatever bullsh*t you have!” “You will be punished! I’ll come back and haunt you!” Suzy bellowed. “If there’s really a God, I would have been punished. I should’ve been punished when I knocked you over with my car, yet here I am, all fine and healthy! And you, you ended up back in my hands after all!” Ninth Brother scoffed.

“I am Brother Dereel, this is Brother Deneel. We are followers of the One True Faith. Allow me to—” “Wait, hold on,” I said, walking back. “One True Faith? Do you follow the One True God?” They both looked shocked and horrified by the suggestion. “No, certainly not,” said Brother Dereel. “He was a heretic who was cast out. We only believe in nonviolence and kindness to all the creatures of the gods.” For all I knew, he was Joshaya in disguise. One True God, One True Faith... it seemed too much of a coincidence to have just bumped into these guys. Perhaps these two were worth talking to, after all.