Nba Youngboy Brother Novels & Stories

I looked up at him, still unable to believe that he was this close to me after years of distance between us. Lucas eyes were slightly hazy from the alcohol, yet there was something in them that I couldn't quite understand. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. "Lucas..." I called softly, unsure of what to say. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply looked at me as if he had been holding back so many things for so long. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I don't know if this is right. I don't know if what we're doing is okay, especially since he's my boyfriend's brother but one thing I'm sure of. I don't want him to

Eric's my 18-year-old blind brother who was in foster care. When the train stopped, I pushed through the thousands of people and got out. My hands straightened my thrifted brown silk shirt that matched my ebony skin, paired with some small black shoes and a skirt. My brown hair was packed in a tight bun this time, highlighting my minimal makeup. I walked through the tunnels with the air smelling like piss and cheap weed.

] My hand shook so hard that I almost dropped my phone. Damn clickbait. Who the heck came up with these headlines? I sat in the car, staring out at the city lights streaking by, Adam’s apple bobbing. Leon and I’s relationship was complicated. On paper, it was a perfect adopted golden child versus the playboy heir. I was the real playboy, while he was the fake saint. Dad had been completely taken in by him. On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care.

Ch-1 --------------------- [A naïve son tries to help his father get a reluctant mom to expand their tiny family. He makes several mistakes; thank heaven for mistakes.] * Never in the history of the world was there a better little boy than me. Well behaved, devout, celibate before marriage, it was truly an admirable litany. That all changed after I turned 18, but it wasn't my fault...really.

Yohan responded cheerfully, “Hee hee. Mrs. Moorsum also mentioned that if you and Dad spend quality time alone and have a good time, I might have a little brother in the near future. Hooray!” Estelle couldn’t help but be amused by his words, shaking her head with a gentle smile of resignation. Suddenly, Mr. Mysterious took the phone from her hand and spoke in a tender voice, “Yohan, do you really want a younger brother?” “Yes!” Yohan exclaimed. “Dad, I know you’re a superhero. Can you make a younger brother for me? Many of my classmates have younger brothers, but I don’t. I also wish for a younger brother.”

“ Sorry. I nodded, trying to calm myself. “ Finally you woke up, brother! “ Said Junior, my older brother, he is named after my father, Charles. He was the same height as me, 1.88m, with no trace of a beard, unlike me, I always liked growing a beard, he was athletic like me. We played basketball and quaterback as a hobby. He approached me, wanting to touch me but I moved away. It was on impulse. I was defensive. Charles noticed and took a step back, sighed and nodded. “ How it feels

"Yeah I know, how did you know this place and about the competition?" "Oh come on, I know everything! Do you want me to drop you?" She brush her hair. "Hey babe! Let's be quick! The movie!" A boy in Nathan's jog out from the building to us, "oh you never told me you had a younger brother." He grinned at me, we both slap our foreheads. "He is not my brother." "She is not my sister, before you ask we're not related either." "Oh, but never mind." "So you've got a boyfriend." I teased and she blushed.

I detach myself completely from a now red Shelby and open my door. "Mom saw you pull into the drive. She sent me to check on the two of you," Ian explains with a knowing smirk. I punch him in the arm, and his smirk grows into a smile as he rubs his bicep. Shelby comes around the car, and I take her hand. "Shelby, this is my youngest brother Ian. Ian, this is my girlfriend Shelby," I introduce the two of them quickly. Ian shakes her hand like a true gentleman, and I smile at my baby brother. He keeps growing like a weed. Every time I see him, he seems taller and broader. The kid is going to be a monster if he makes pro ball.

"Guys this is Nia's father, Carter this is my brother-in-law Jason, my brother Dantae and my friend Andre," "I need to get my status updated," Andre said I chuckled taking a sip of my beer. "The warriors are shit man, no AD and they still can't win," Andre said. "But the warriors have no Andre, no Klay, no Steph-" "And plus LeBron needed a whole new roaster to finally get this W," Jason said making me laugh. "The team is young this year give us some time," Carter said taking a sip of his beer. "So you're all warrior's fans?" Andre asked.

Marlon's first ever Youtube channel was called Big Brother's Playtime which was created when he was 5 years old. His older brother, Elijah, was 7 at the time and their parent's management team thought the siblings were cute enough to have their own channel and start their own platform to create a fanbase. With the privilege of their parents' big names and luxurious lifestyle, the channel's popularity shot up practically overnight. Unlike most celebrity kids who were shielded and protected, the brothers were groomed to grow up in the public eye. They were adorable when they were little and gorgeous as they grew older.