The Brothers Jones Once Upon A Time 소설 & 이야기

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

After the brothers chatted for a while longer, Kevin left. Meanwhile, at the Joneses' residence... The family lived in a five-story self-built house located on a main street. The first floor was a storefront, which the family did not rent out but used themselves to run a small clinic. People in the neighborhood with minor ailments like headaches or fevers would come to the clinic for treatment.

I always assumed I’d end up back here someday. “Didn’t think so. I’ve been doing business in Newport the last few months and have stopped in here every now and then. If you’d been in here before, I’d remember it.” I force a smile and shift my eyes to the bar. All I need to do is look at one of my brothers for them to come running, shove a fist in this guy’s face and kick him out for life. Three of the four are here tonight, and they all take their roles as big brother seriously. Instead, I grab my drink and fiddle with the straw, wishing I had the power to speed up time and make Jamie walk through the door.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

“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.

How had Vladislav Darvin, a wealthy heir, managed to sink this low at twenty-six? “Where are you headed in weather like this?” Stas called from behind him. Despite being grown men with substantial financial independence, the brothers still lived together in their parents’ house. It was their sanctuary, their private refuge. Neither of them brought their mistresses there, preserving it as the last untouched corner of their otherwise gray, joyless lives. “Weren’t you planning to hit the club again tonight?” Vlad asked, arching a brow as he slipped on his shoes. “Not in the mood. Figured I’d spend the evening alone. What about you—off to see your future bride?”

“Not going to look?” “No.” After a while, he leaned closer, lowering his voice so it barely cut through the music. “You know I’m here, right? We are going to find the killer.” I glanced at him. “We are brothers,” he added. “Even when you don’t say it out loud.” I looked back at my drink. “I know.” The night dragged on, heavy and slow. My anger didn’t explode. It didn’t disappear either. It just sat quietly beside me, like a reminder.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

“Well,if it gets to that extent, I’m afraid it just might happen you know.” “I am not going to hide the truth for someone like you. I bring the truth to light, not hide it,especially for a criminal like yourself,” "Big words from such a pretty little mouth," he sneered. "But we both know the truth ain't so simple, not with all them messy lies you've been telling." I met his smug gaze directly. "I have nothing to hide and I haven’t been telling any lies." Richard barked a humorless laugh. "I know all your dirty little secrets." He leaned in, lowering his voice to a sinister drawl. "Fooling around with not one but two brothers...now that's a scandal just waiting to explode, wouldn't you say?"