Vegeta Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' Vic furrow his eyebrows while thinking. "My cute little brother of mine, I know what are you thinking and no matter what I'm- no we're going to cultivate and became a proper warrior! This is the time we are waiting for because we are heroes!" her chuunibyou disease is acting up again. 'This is bad for my heart.' Vic thought while in pain. "After we eat," Zia looked at her brother, "we're going to go to the library and pick a proper cultivation technique. Trust me, I'm prepared for this," Zia smiled with a bright eyes while giving a thumbs-up.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

"Where is your brother? Maybe he's studying like you." "No, just, somewhere," Vesta said in phony laughed. It feels sad to Vesta, for she knew her brother will be happy to hear when someone loves soccer as he loves it. Vesta never spoke again. Maybe she will tell him what happened, then he will feel sorry for her. Again the feeling of being pity was the one she hates, for she does not want his sorry to the man next to her. It's favourable if not to.

How could I be so stupid! My phone buzzed in that moment and it was from Damien. It was a picture of him naked in his bed, his bed which was empty. "She's gone, don't worry." It read and my heart seemed to recede back to it's normal position in my chest. I let out a deep sigh of relief. However, I still could not rest as I walked back to the bed and sat down, why would I be mated to my brother!?

He owed her a lot. After his bath, Venom emerged with damp, messy hair, wearing a purple towel that barely fit around his broad frame. He noticed a hoodie and trousers neatly placed on the bed. They were snug, but manageable. And, thankfully, not purple. They must belong to the brother. As he pulled the hoodie over his head, Velia entered the room and laughed. "You're huge! Those are my brother's clothes, but even he isn't as big as you." "Don't worry about it, Lupetta," he replied smoothly, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.” Vegas began to nod like he understood what I was saying, finally he stood up from the chair and now he walked closer until he was standing directly in front of me. His voice dropped into something intimate and conspiratorial. “Do you know what we need to do, baby?” I was silent. “We need to cut her wings,” Vegas continued smoothly. “Letting her learn from your brother won't help us, instead, it's only going to make her stronger.” My gaze hardened as I locked in with his.