Quackity Brother Novels & Stories

"There's nothing to tell, I'm the prodigal son" "Really? Because it recently came to my knowledge that my brother still has his loft in LA and cars and also you were not fired, you quit." Shit! I dropped my fork. Now I have lost my appetite. "This new discovery brings me to ask certain questions that are eating me up, questions like why are you back? Why the hell are you still in my house? And why now?" Fucking shit! ~~~

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

Two days… That was weird The best friends sat around a old time lunch table waiting for food as they were starving. “Am I the only one bothered that your brother has yet to retaliate us after that night?” Ava asked while chewing a gum. Sophia thought it was weird too but threw her in an unbothered manner. “Maybe he has learnt his lesson to keep it down” Or maybe he was waiting for the right moment to spark…

I said with uninterested earning a scowl from her. Matteo's fist clench on the table he doesn't know that I can see his dislike towards this girl. "Quinn I want you to leave us alone" he said with stern and hoarse. She pout like a child before stomping her way out. "Are you okay?" I ask after she's gone and he just nods in return. We became silent and I turn my attention back to my brother while waiting for our food. I'm surprised to see my brother playing with his pacifier and that was like his 50th one I bought for him. Yeah, about that my brother kinda loves playing with it in a different way. He would bit it with his sharp teeth’s and threw it around.

Mindy had been giggling as he tickled her, school work forgotten at the sight of her big brother who'd come home for the summer. "Oh sorry Jake this is Jacqueline we call her Jackie for short. Jackie this is my big brother Jake." I'd blushed bright pink and stuttered like a ninny, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. It was the first time I'd realized the affect my parents' strict upbringing had had on my existence.

Once I was dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen, I heard Quai whistling as he came down the stairs. “Gooooooood morning Oly,” he said as he came in and poured himself a protein shake. “Mmmm” I groaned at him. He laughed a deep laugh and then took down his shake in 3 gulps before smacking his lips and heading back to the door. “Ready?” he called over his shoulder. “Asshat.” I muttered as I put my coffee cup in the dishwasher and headed out after him into the dark morning. “We have visitors today, so try not to use that language when they arrive,” my brother said to me as we walked side by side out of the house.

“So, where’s his truck?” “He’ll be here a little late. I talked to him on the phone before we left. You want something, my sweet little brother?” “Oh, you’re killing me. Yes! Get me a Buster Bar.” “You get YOU a Buster Bar. I’m buying, so get me a large chocolate malt. A malt, not a milkshake.” “OK by me, since you’re buying.” Jacob sashayed into the Dairy Queen with a ridiculous walk like the Ministry of Silly Walks from Monty Python, while his brother laughed himself into a coughing spell waiting in the car. Within a few minutes, Jacob returned with the treats.

“Jeez, kid, you really didn’t notice, did you? I replaced your old archaic mousetrap for a new, improved glue board.” My eyes bulged. “You did what?” My heart began to pound. Jacqueline. I’d completely forgotten about her. What if she’d starved to death after I left, or worse, gotten caught in Brick’s new trap? My stepbrother chuckled on the other side of the door. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re welcome,” he sang, imitating Maui’s song from Moana, as if trying to get me to thank him, but the gratitude stuck in my throat. He might’ve just killed my quasi-pet. How could I thank him for that?

Gabrielle had grown on her badly, so instead, she stuck by the nickname 'Brie'. "Do I look okay?" She turned to her brother, Adam, who was silently playing a game on his phone. He took a second to respond, his soft, brown hair flopping down into his eyes as he hunched over the colourful screen. "Huh?" He looked up, sacrificing his game in the process. His soft, freckled face shone with admiration for his sister. "You look great." He smiled and stood up with a jump. He trotted clumsily over to the window and glanced out with a thoughtful expression.

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.