Novel & Cerita My Brother Web Drama

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

“She’s our sister. Not a chess piece. Lorenzo would destroy her spirit. I’ve seen how he operates. We can find another alliance. One that doesn’t involve selling her off to a monster.” The conversation continued. Surprisingly, my three brothers were united against the match. They didn’t want their baby sister with a man like Lorenzo. The protectiveness in their voices warmed me even as it surprised me. They argued for almost an hour, voices rising and falling. Dante was the most vocal, the heir stepping up in a way I hadn’t seen before. I slipped away before they finished, my heart became a little lighter. My brothers were fighting for me. The first real crack in Father’s authority.

I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched everyone talking and making plans for Dawn and Lucia's pups. It had been a tough, risky ride, and I couldn't say we were unscathed, but we lost and we gained. And being together like that in happiness and fulfillment that had no rival. I won, we won. Destiny is fulfilled! Good News💃💃💃💃💃. My Brother My Mate book 2 is out. it is titled "My Wolf My Reign". Please check it out🥰😘🥰

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

Mom said. " Is it?? I would love to cook. " Sam said. " Will you?? I would love to eat. " Bhaiya said looking at her lovingly. " Call a doctor... She is a pathetic cook. I am telling you because you have been my best friend. " Rob said while grinning. " Have been?? Am I not your best friend now?? " Bhaiya asked. " You are my brother now. " Rob said and bhaiya looked happy now.

Prince Kim as the first brother could only take a deep breath and exhale. He smiled for a moment, then said "Are you sure that our first uncle was so easily defeated by the bad guy who disguised himself as our first uncle?" Brother Kim's words made the three brothers think again, yes it looks like the three of them should think clearly over the false words of the first uncle. Brother Kazame smiled, “Hmm ... I don't think so! Wasn't our first uncle great and powerful? Even he can heal his wounds quickly under the moonlight. "

I ask him, crossing my arms. All i wanted was to go for a fucking run, i didn’t realise that MR drama queen would literally rip someone's heart out because they shook my hand. He's hot, but he’s kind of pathetic too, who the fuck even does that? “So, you are the one my brother is so hung up on.” He says with a smirk, “I can see why.” Brother? Well, shit. This can’t be good. I scoff, leaning back on the scratchy mattress, “Yeah, me too, it’s because he’s a sociopath.”

It sounded like a great idea in my head but upon proper evaluation, I just scrambled the idea. It wasn't just him and my sister that was going to be ruined, but me as well, how would people see me? After being cared for by my sister and the best I could do to repay her was to sleep with her husband. I don't think that would be a drama that I can handle right now, Mary would never forgive me for life for ruining her perfect life. So I think keeping shut was best for now. The tears resuming gushing as my options diminished. I cried to the point my eyes started to soar

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

I have the best brother in the world. End