NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON! Link in bio!
You never know what's going on, even under the same roof.
Elena Johnson lives the normal life of every seventeen-year-old girl. It remains that way until she gets involved in a job whose nature has been kept h...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Hi guys! 🤗 So... It's my first time on Wattpad. My real language is not even English, so if there are mistakes I'm sorry! But I just love the English language and I wanted to try to write a story in English for the first time. So I hope you enjoy! Please leave me your comments, votes! You can watch the trailer above... It's my first one haha! xxx
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
I enter my house with a sigh of relief.
Finally, school's over.
Well, for today only...
Sigh.
I throw my backpack on a chair and head towards the living room. I can already hear the sound of the television before I enter. A familiar blonde head sits on the couch, watching the TV. I grin when I see what my brother has in his hands from where I am. Carefully, as discreet as I possibly can be, I make my way around the couch and jump on him.
''Sup, brother!''
''Damn it, Lena!'' Xander jumps in surprise and glares at me. ''What are you... HEY!''
Cunning like a cat, I steal his precious and throw myself on the armchair across from him. I smile mischievously and take a huge scoop under his panicked look. I close my eyes and take another large bite with a content sigh. I hear him let out a gasp.
I open my eyes. His mouth is set in a frown while his eyes burn with anger. I smile.
''Give me my ice cream back!'' he orders desperately watching his little baby on my lap.
I roll my eyes. He's such a child.
''Have you ever heard of sharing?'' I ask, watching his eyes follow the spoon in my hand.
He looks up with a horrified look.
''Are you insane? I don't share my ice cream. So give it back!''
''You're worse than a girl,'' I mutter under my breath.
He probably heard me because he narrows his eyes, not looking very amused. His blue-gray eyes are a little bit darker than usual. I won't lie, he can look very scary when he wants but I'm used to it. I'm not afraid of my brother even if sometimes, I should be. One time I ended with a bruise on my cheek. It was an accident, but I have to admit it was my fault.
