Sehun With His Brother Novels & Stories

I said " Wait a minute, Luke won't date 2 girls at the same time." Peter said " Your father tattooed your name on his arm." Malik said " Right Malik." " Yes, I know it." " You really have a big brother?" I asked teasing Nico " Yeah, we separated when I got adopted." Luke explained " Do you want to find your brother?" I questioned " I don't know, but it's nice to feel that you still have a family." He smiled " Peter's turn." Malik cut us

he shared. Is he saying there's an embarrassing punishment for him and Eun-woo if they don't talk with each other in front of their father and aunt? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT THAT IS! I was surprised when Ji-hoon suddenly turned his body slightly to face me before pointing his index finger in front of my face. “I know what's going on in your mind right now and don't you even dare to try.” I couldn't help but remain quiet after what Ji-hoon said because I'm guilty af. Honestly, I’m not sure, but I think Eun-woo hated the idea of being Ji-hoon’s half-brother. Although I wanted to know some of their histories.

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

They moved lazily in the distance while birds called overhead, their songs cutting through the heavy tension in the air. Flynn took a long sip of his own beer beside me. “I hope my brother isn’t giving Selena a hard time. They have been in there for a long time. He was the one who suggested this meeting. He told me he wanted to bury the hatchet and give her everything she wanted. Said he felt like shit after finding out his mother was behind most of the mess and that he wanted to make things right. I think he is finally starting to see the monster he became.” I barely heard Flynn anymore. I took another pull from the beer, eyes locked on the tree line as the bitter liquid slid down my throat

“You can’t force me into this.” “Of course not,” he said, with an icy smile. “But if you walk away, you’ll also walk away from your mother’s sponsorship. From her treatment. From everything we promised you. The choice is yours. Ethan was reckless. Alexander will fix it. That’s who he is.” His words landed like shards of glass.

She heard boots hit the floor. "Are you all right?" She turned around. She knew who it was before she fully saw the face because there was only one person at Durman Academy who rode a motorbike through the corridors as if the rules were a suggestion someone had whispered to him once and he'd forgotten immediately. There was only one person at this school who wore that particular expression – not quite a smirk, not quite concern, something that lived between the two and couldn't be decided upon. Adrian Hale. Julian’s younger brother was fourteen months younger, which made them close enough in age to be in the same year and far enough apart in temperament to seem like they'd been raised in dif

I wonder if he even noticed how hollow she looked last week when we met for brunch, like she was slipping away piece by piece while smiling for the cameras. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t care enough to ask. Now I do because this affects the narrative—The merger, press, and the damn wedding. Somewhere under the irritation, something stirs. A memory, sharp and unwelcomed. “You can’t control people forever, Damien.” My brother’s voice, from years ago. Luca, the storm I buried after he walked away and never looked back. I shake the thought off like ash from a dying flame. Selena’s not like the others, she’s not reckless. She’s quiet and she obeys. So why run now? Why with only days left?