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She stretched out her hand to touch his face and when he inched it closer to her, she suddenly slapped his chin and giggled even more loudly. I laughed at my brother as he fell for the trick for the hundredth time. "This one is going to give her daddy a run for his life for sure,” I laughed as I plopped down the seat beside my brother who cradled his little one with just one hand as if she was Thumbelina.

I snap out of my thoughts and realize that we're all almost turning purple from the cold. "Do you guys want to give me hypothermia before I get married, you bunch of idiots?" I grumble, and new laughter emerges. "It was a prank followed by a drinking spree, or beautiful naked women sitting on our laps. Look at them. They're all in love and about to get married. Do you really think they would do that with their girls?" My brother grumbles, handing me a thick and warm blanket and a glass of whiskey that I down in one go, seeking immediate warmth for my throat.

He said to his brother to lighten his mood as he did not like his crybaby brother, he liked the brother who made others life miserable with his pranks and always had stupid grin plastered on his face. "He too has lost his crime partner" a voice spoke from back of his head. She She was also a prankster like his brother or bigger than him because mostly their pranks ideas came from her devil mind which his brother followed like a command to have fun. "I am not a crybaby" his brother’s defended voice pulled him out of his daze and he tried his hard to remove her thought from his mind by shaking his head as he could only try. " Yes.... You are not" he mocked him and heard him whining like a kid

We’d been seen in that obnoxious sports car, no doubt. Or maybe just some crazy frat or sorority pledge prank or something. That happens. Perhaps my brother got bored with no one to torture at home and decided to have some fun at my expense. Scaring me and threatening me had long been his favorite pastime. Either way. This wasn’t real. Yet I couldn’t silence the annoying thought in me, but what if it was?

But I was completely wrong. "How could I tell you? It's not something to brag about," he made a fake chuckle, making fun of the situation that's for me very crucial. "It's not something to brag about but something to discuss, you idiot!" I can't control my emotions anymore. Why is my brother getting bullied?

I quickly moved away and shouted, “Mommy! He's gonna hit me with a spoon!” Like a lioness who got alerted, Mom quickly turned around and gave my older brother a warning look, with both hands resting on each side of her hips. “Juls, stop that! You're a 24-year-old guy, for Pete's sake, but you act like you're younger than your sister.” When Mom turned around to wash her hands, I looked at my brother and smirked at him. I stuck out my tongue to annoy him more. He just rolled his eyes and grumpily leaned his back on the seat and continued eating. Looks like I had the last laugh!

His blue eyes had gone crystal as he took the words out of my mouth. "You're going to need to hold onto me tightly or I'll fall off my shoes." He didn't laugh. "You don't need to worry about that. I'm not taking my hands off you the entire evening." My brother cleared his throat. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids." Heat rushed to my face and I thunked my brother's head, which only made him laugh. "Do you have plans, big boy?" I teased back. "Some friends are coming over and we're watching horror movies."

“I don't need your cheap change anymore. The man I’m moving in with has more wealth in his pinky finger than you could earn in three lifetimes. I’m getting married, Joan. Which means you are finally moving out of this dump and into his estate with me.” My heart stopped. “Married? To whom?” Rita straightened her crisp collar, a venomous smirk spreading across her face. “Don’t question me. You should be grateful I found a solution. On Monday, you’ll be introducing yourself to your new stepbrothers.” As Rita packed the last of her things, I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers gripping the lapels of the stranger's suit jacket. I breathed in the fading scent of woodsmoke and rain, wondering h

I narrowed my eyes. That immediately made me suspicious, Liam never entered my room voluntarily. Well, that's not entirely true. He entered my room all the time, usually to annoy me. But whenever he sat down on my bed, it meant he wanted something and I already knew I wasn't going to like it. "What do you want?" I asked. Liam placed a hand over his chest. The drama king. "Maybe I came because I wanted to spend quality time with my little brother." "You're lying."

The man burst into laughter, Tyler crossed his arms above his chest and watched the young man laugh out loud. "Brother, when did you learn to pull a prank on me?" Jared said in between his laughter while he held his belly. He couldn't believe him, he just went away for a couple of months to deal with a business collaboration in the states and upon his return his brother pranked him. "I said, who are you?" Tyler's harsh tone put a stop on Jared's laughter. His gaze met his brother's wintry eyes. "Brother, I know you have been aloof from us since after Jade and your son died. But, you don't have to act like you didn't know me."