Book 1 - The 8 brothers series
~Completed~
~Edited~
You could say that Karma Paige Moretti was a normal girl, living her normal life, with a normal amount of brothers. But you would be lying. She is a Model, and boy was she beautiful, all boys wante...
I get changed into my pyjamas, which looks like this
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While Joey turns on Netflix and picks out a series for us to binge, I walk back into my room to find a half-naked boy, laying on my bed. I go up to him and lay on his chest, he wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on the top of my head.
"So.. what are we watching?" I ask
"Hmm, I don't know, there is Brooklyn 99, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, Bridgerton, Jane the Virgin, I don't mind," He says
"Brooklyn 99?" I give him a look
"You know me so well!" He squeals
"Yeah, yeah, calm down mother fucker." I say, patting his abs.
We start to watch it, as I listen to his heartbeat.
"Hey, so um, what do you think Ace meant by a 'busy day' tomorrow?" I break the silence
"I don't know, maybe they will introduce us to the gang?" He wonders
"Yeah, maybe," I yawn, my eyes slowly drift closed
~3 hours later~
"Ahhh!" I yell, probably waking up the entire house, heck I even think I woke up people in England
"Oh, fuck," I hold my hand to my head, "fuck my life, these fucking nightmares are gonna kill me," I moan
Suddenly my door burst open, waking up Joey. He is a VERY heavy sleeper. I see all of my brothers running in.
"What's going on!"
"Why did you scream!"
"What are you wearing!"
"Why are you and Joey in the same bed!"
"Could you guys shut the fuck up, it's like four in the morning. And, to answer your questions, I had a nightmare, and I am wearing pyjamas, and me and Joey always sleep in the same bed," I moan as they turn my light on
"Holy shit, are we on the sun!" Joey yells
"Not helping buddy!" I say, patting him on the back.
"Well, I'm gonna go get a drink, goodnight dear brothers," and with that, I got up and pushed past them all, I padded down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I heard our front door open, I picked up my gun that was hidden in one of the drawers, and flick off the safety.
I crept towards where the sound was coming from and draw my gun, I turn the corner to see who or what was happening.
"Hands up mother fucker!" I yell, the person turned around, I couldn't believe who it was.
