Zombie Brother 소설 & 이야기

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

I only slept for two or three hours at a time and almost died suddenly in the office. However, this hard-earned medal was nothing more than trash from their perspective. I desperately wanted to get the ring back, but there was absolutely no way to do so. Holding Zelda's hand, Ian grew increasingly smug. "Zelda, what if my brother comes back and causes you trouble?" Zelda frowned. "I stopped liking him a long time ago. He was the one who kept pestering me. Being with him was just an excuse to get close to you. Now that we're together, what do I need him for?"

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

A bouquet of lilies was thrust into my hands. Under everyone's watch, I walked toward Douglas's tombstone. Unfortunately, I didn't drop to my knees in a flood of tears and beg for forgiveness the way they'd hoped. Instead, I violently smashed the bouquet onto the ground, then forcefully kicked the photo of Douglas on the tombstone. "You deserve to die a thousand times over, you monster! Rot in hell, Douglas!" Everyone stood frozen in shock at the scene unfolding before them. By the time they snapped out of it, the photo on the tombstone was already smeared with mud.

Sometimes. But there he sat, after all the years it took for her to try to forget him, legs stretched wide with his arms extended behind him, and what looked like a leather vest? Were those gang symbols? Some kind of group? What in the— “Patch is back,” was all her brother said. She drug her gaze away from his to her brother standing in the doorway with a cereal bowl in his hand. The idea to knock that cereal bowl out of his hands tempted her. How could he not prepare her for this?

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.

Alexander I had no idea how many people Katherine Weillman invited to this place. I had stepped onto the deck expecting something quiet. Maybe a drink, a small activity but damn it. A handful of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years and not to miss out on Noah, my half-brother. I looked away, not ready to start another pointless conversation with him. He'sky brother, yes but he’s just like Derrick, spoiled to the bones, made to feel like a gem.

I can’t risk using my shadow because of the lack of thereof. I spring on my feet, leaping high just to jump over the hoard of lovestruck zombies, leaving Belphegor to fend for himself. He should be fine. The guy is a demon. What could possibly stop him? “Master!” Speaking of demons, the three demon brothers who are under my pack just arrived. Leviathan summons a wall of current to drive away the zombie that I did not realize got near me. Beelzebub also appears and crushes the scorpion that was threatening to sting me again.