The Heavenly Man Brother Yun の小説・ストーリー

"Damn baldy! You bastard, you beat my brother like this. I am not done with you!" Su Manman pointed at Brother Cannon and scolded him. F*ck. Brother Cannon looked back at Su Manman, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes. He hadn't had hair for so many years. This was Brother Cannon's heartache. How could he bear being scolded by Su Manman like this? "Do you want to say it again?" Brother Cannon was angry and shouted at Su Manman. Su Manman was shocked. She found that Brother Cannon was a ruthless man. His fierce look was not a joke, nor was it a fake one.

'So what's the deal with this fucking shit beside me? “You are not part of HongYoonChoi Organization so I wonder why you are here.” I smiled at the annoyingly handsome guy, who owned that old creepy restaurant, Wonwoo. “Oh? I guess Joshua haven't tell you this yet," he said, smiling as if he possessed the same feeling I have for him. Just to make it clear, it's a feeling far from love and deeper than hell. "I'm Celine's older brother. Surprise!" “Brother in faith? Amen.”

There are at least fifty people crammed into our apartment. Probably more. Will wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the kitchen. My brother is standing in front of the keg, helping hold a guy upside down. They’re all shouting Chug! Chug! Chug! When Adam drops him, he stumbles against the cabinet and laughs hysterically. It's straight out of some lame college movie.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress! What a laughable family we were! What a pathetic man Castiel was! Even in her final moments, June believed Castiel would come back to save her. I suppressed my emotions and said calmly, “June mattered more to me than you ever could. The decent thing you can do is die and join her in her grave, Castiel.” Castiel angrily pounded on the warehouse door. “Eira! Is this how you treat your own brother?! “You ungrateful brat!” Castiel’s words grew harsher and harsher, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.

“Get lost! Don’t you dare bully my brother!” The boy at the front shoved me. “Who do you think you are? Beat it!” I fell hard onto the snowy ground. My knee hit a rock and started bleeding. They took advantage of the chaos and surrounded Dylan. They reached out and tugged at his hair. “Ha ha, it really is white! Freak!” “Leave my brother alone!” I tried to get up but fell back down. All I could do was watch as Dylan broke down in sobs. Just then, I heard Mom shout, “Scram! All of you, shoo!”

my dad said with a smile as he shook his hand. Then he looked at me and asked, "Did you two come together?" I didn’t answer. I was still trying to process that this handsome man was the brother of that wretched woman. Adrian replied coldly, "I went out to take care of something, but she ran into me, crying, asking for help." My dad glanced at me while the witch raised her lip in disgust. I muttered hesitantly, "I got lost… and couldn’t find anyone… so I asked him for help."

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.

He leaned against the marble island, glass in hand, eyes never leaving mine. "My brother isn’t just some powerful CEO. He's not just your husband. He’s the head of the Delwunco syndicate. The Delwunco name? It’s feared, Lia. Ruben inherited more than wealth. He inherited blood. Territory. Loyalty bought with secrets, paid for with silence or death." The words hit me like ice in my lungs. My knees weakened, and I had to grip the edge of the counter. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was.”