Novelenglish Net Meet My Brothers の小説・ストーリー

" I will do every-ythin-ng for all of you. *sniffed* I hope someday we meet each other again-n... " " ... brother. " (Author's Note: Don't forget to leave your thoughts before continuing to the next chapter. What do you think will happen next? What's on your mind? Tell us in the comment section below.)

Shane and I never saw her after the divorce. There are brothers you can screw over, and brothers who won't let their brothers down. Mike wondered, over the years, if he was ever going to tell his brother what really happened. Would you? Some guys are clueless. I was one of them. Clueless men ought to have meetings somewhere. A place where we can get together, have a beer or six and feel stupid together. Trouble is, we wouldn't know the meeting was for us.

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!"

Where is Mickey? I looked around the place for him. Today is my brother's wedding. I came back to New York with my parents the next day after I talked to Mickey but I didn't get to meet him as my brother and daddy didn't leave my side even for a minute...they both wanted to spend more time with me and that made it really impossible to meet anyone else. My friends too had to come to my house in order to meet me... And today I will meet Mickey and tell him my feelings...I can't keep them inside me anymore...

I walked down the dimly lit passageway, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the walls. As I turned the corner, I saw my two brothers standing in front of me, talking in hushed tones. I walked up to them, feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over me at the sight of their faces. "Hey, guys," I said, greeting them with a nod. "Have either of you made any progress in finding your mates?" They both shook their heads, their expressions grim. "We haven't even started yet," Lucas said with a sigh. "It's not as easy as we thought it would be."

~Emily's POV~ His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze. She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish. My breath caught. I turned another page. Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

Hunter starts talking about how much I used to cry as a baby and was cutest when I was angry. Lucas argues that I used to cling to him the most. Then we hop on a brief video call with Marcus who welcomes me warmly too, his cold handsome face breaking into a genuine smile. “I really wish I was there to see you in person too.” He says. When the call ends, the conversation turns into my brothers shamelessly complimenting me. “You became prettier than we imagined.” Hunter says with a grin. Lucas nods immediately. “Seriously. We thought we prepared ourselves, but damn.”

Dear Hayat, I know you’re probably looking for me so that’s why I wrote you this letter. When I went to the drugstore that day, I met my brothers. I thought they would killed me on the spot but they were rather nice to me. They told me it was because they missed me and they were fearing that something bad had happened to me.

I ask and they nod. “We go a way back. We are business partners.” I frown at that. I look a lot like mom. Surely they could tell the remembrance. “How long ago have you met them?” “The old man was every year. We have not met the rest of them in years.” They are fuming when I tell them what Jesse and Stela told me. “The old bastard knew who you were. I bet he wanted you to have a child with his ass of a grandson before telling us that he found you,” Kanye, my older brother says angrily, but I still don’t get what was in it for the old man.