Nba Youngboy Brother Novels & Stories

He had to be the youngest Shaughnessys, Atlas posts a lot of pictures about his younger brothers on social media. As I got closer, I noticed two more things. First of all, Atlas was standing in a static position right behind his brother who was arguing with Travis over the strawberry yoghurt. “I don’t understand why we are still talking, I have it so I’m sorry but you can’t have it.” Travis said and he tried to walk away. “It’s the last one!” The young boy said sadly. “I really need to have this. We came all the way over to this store just for it.”

Of course, he was much taller than me. I was just 5’7” while he was likely 6’3” or more. “I didn't catch your name yesterday,” I mentioned. “Hmm. It's Jaxon… Jaxon West, Liam is my younger brother.” He announced. My jaw dropped. “What? Liam never told me he had a brother,” I blurted. “Ah, of course. I didn't imagine he had a lot to say about me. Liam and I don't have the best of relationships,” he replied.

Colton snarks. Nick, Rich, Sam, Colton, Braden, Leo, Jayson and I are more than teammates. We are brothers and we have each other's backs. We tried to recruit Lucus to play but he isn’t as serious about the sport as we are. Jayson and I aren’t as serious about the sport as the others, but we are good at it. Dad was proud of us, but we know that we aren’t going to make it to the pros, but we also know we already have a multiple business that we will be running. “Damn that practice was rough.” Sam groans.

RJ is short for Ryan Junior and he's my eldest brother, 26 years of age, married to his high school sweetheart Leah and they share a daughter, my cute little four year old niece Shay, boy have I missed her. And Stephen Carter is his best friend, also married and has a son, he is my brother's age, born a few months after each other, you would swear mom and Ella planned each of their pregnancies, except that one time, you know when I was born, I mentally chuckle. Funny thing is I have four older brothers, and for each one of my brothers there's a Carter, each one of my brothers are best friends with a Carter of their age, born the same year around the same time.

Morticia asked, her gaze flitting between Nica and the child. "I'm good. You?" Morticia nodded. "Fine. Is that your baby?" Nica chuckled softly. "Yes, he's my son." Morticia laughed lightly. "Weird to say, but he looks so much like my brother." Nica's smile faltered briefly but returned just as quickly. "Yes, he does," she said, looking down at the boy. "He's three now, and every day he looks more and more like Vincent." Morticia's expression paled as Nica's words sank in. "Is he..."

“I know this is completely unexpected, but we can take our time. September is still seven months away.” “When did you plan to tell your parents?” he asked. “My brothers both live here, so I guess it depends on Wyatt’s schedule.” He scrunched his brow. “Wyatt?” “My little brother. He’s the baseball player.” He nodded. “How many brothers again?” While I’d mentioned the two heathens, I hadn’t gone much into depth besides telling him one was a baseball player. “One more—Carson. He’s two years older than me.” He contemplated my brother situation. “So one experienced bat handler and an older brother to contend with.”

He was a successful businessman and a fucking millionaire. I made a research and found out that he has an only son and that was Yoon Jeonghan. I did everything to make friends with him. I wasn’t a fan of basketball but I tried my best to learn how to play it and be the best so that I could join the try-outs to be included in his varsity team, to which Jeonghan was the captain and I successfully made it. I had planned to make him fall down, to make him suffer, and for him to cry like I always did when I was young, when I was looking for my father.

I'm just selectively social. I select people who I get close with. I select people that I need to trust, just like our family's closest friends who were Prince James "PJ" Porter, Khaleel Monroe, Sebastian Hall and the identical twins, who are the youngest, Travis and Troy Thompson. These men are already family and I don't doubt our friendship. We grew up together but it sucks because I'm the oldest.

"Brother, let me come!" The young Mr. Shein tuntrums in front of his brother-Jayden to allow him to come. Jayden laughed and stood up then approached his brother after he put on the watch that their dad had given them. "You can't baby brother. My team and I will just celebrate and besides you're too young." Oliver pouted and sat on his brother's bed with a frown. Jayden and the baskteball team won the competition earlier so they are going to a bar to celebrate.

"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.