"Four strangers, one mission: Navigate Paris's shadows, overcome clashing agendas, and unite or fall."
This was the origin of The Fabulous Fours.
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Selena, the lone sister in a household teeming with brothers, has always been resilie...
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Nick and Joe Jonas were the sons of the infamous CEO of JONAS Enterprises.
They were spoiled young adults who have maids and servants do almost everything of their liking. Joe was 21 while Nick just turned 20 on the 16th of September this year. Every girl wanted Nick or Joe, just because they look like those boys from a high-school movie.
They really were good-looking for father age. Not a scar or a pimple was on any of their faces. Spotless.
Nick had a long skinny face and his hair was neatly swiped back. He didn't approve of anything such as a stubble unlike his brother Joe, who had a simple gruff at the bottom of his face. Joe's hair was very extra, unlike Nick's gelled hair. He had a fade at the side of his head and a nice mohawk-ish thing.
Nick loves to be social with his life. He loves doing photoshoots, acting in world-famous movies, and going to interviews. As for Joe, he loved music, instruments, and traveling.
To be honest, they both love traveling; the farther away from home, the better.
It was 4 o'clock and the brothers were supposedly watching a show of maids packing their clothes for them. It wouldn't be a sight a normal person saw every day, but they've gotten too used to it. Every time they needed to pack, it would be maids.
Tonight's trip was to Hawaii. They've been to Hawaii almost 10 times their whole life, and they still seem to not get bored by the glass-clear oceans.
"What time does our flight leave again?" Nick asked, looking up from his iPhone 11.
"They said we'd be getting a limo to the airport at 4:30," Joe muttered, not bothering to look up at his younger brother at all.
"Well, okay, we'd better hurry up, I kinda wanna get there early." Nick glanced at the maids as if he was giving a cue for the suitcases to be ready.
"Your suitcases, sir," a maid said, rolling the luggage up to the young man. Nick nodded as he looked over to Joe, who was stuffing his phone into his pocket.
"Come on," Nick ushered hurrying into the elevator as Joe followed along.
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They reached the lobby and walked across, everyone staring at them as they retreated to the main entrance of the five-star hotel.
Nick frown as he saw, not a limo, but a black slick Mercedes Benz out waiting for them.
The man smiled and reached out for the luggage and Nick furrowed his eyebrows, "What the fuck- how the hell are we supposed to fit all that in this ruddy car? Didn't we hire a limo!?" He asked, turning to his brother.
"Sir, do not worry, we have another car tailing us from the back, your luggage will be perfectly fine."
Nick growled at the man before stepping into the vehicle, followed closely by Joe.
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The car drove off after a few minutes as they sped through the highway of Los Angeles. Nick and Joe both peered out the window as they saw the Hollywood sign in the distance.
Joe started to scroll through his socials as Nick started to play with his fingers; he did not approve of anyone who had a digital device in a vehicle because- well, mainly it was for his own good. Nick had a problem with being in front of the big screen- he has eye problems.
He was instructed to be wearing shades at all causes- the sunlight was effective to his eyes, and so was LED.
They pulled into LAX and the car kept moving across the concrete field, instead of stopping at the entrance, where the travelers and tourists would usually be loaded up in.
This confused the boys (Nick and Joe)
Nick grimaced as he gripped the driver's seat, watching the view of a concrete field in front of them. "Where are we- why are you taking us all the way here?" he asked, nervously.
"Don't worry, we have a private jet taking you to a particular place- that is not Hawaii."
Joe frowned as the man said this, "Wha- if we're not going to Hawaii, where are we going?"
The man shrugged, "Are you sure you want to know?" he asked, making Nick scoff.
"Oh please, don't play games-" Nick sassed. "We're going to Hawaii and nowhere else- if you have the shitty means to take us somewhere else, you might as well fucking tell us!"
"I'm afraid I can't. My orders have been very clear," he said, calmly as if Nick never said anything offensive or crude.
"Orders? Really-?" Joe scoffed, letting out a small noticeable chuckle. "So tell us, who the fuck are giving you these orders?"
"Just get onto the jet and we'll show you," The guy said simply, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Nick looked at Joe as they shared confused looks. they got out of the car as the door opened for them. Nick stepped out and put on his shades, Joe mirroring his actions.
"So mind to tell us now?" Nick asked, starting to lose his patience as he stuffed his hands into his pocket. They were standing right next to the jet, a few guys in suits standing at the bottom of the steps.
"Please, let's not rush things here, get on the plane and I'll tell you, Mr. Jonas." the guy smiled at the reaction Nick and Joe expressed as he said this.
"You- you know our names!?" Nick asked, shocked. He didn't expect anyone but those prissy girls who want to get in his pants to know his name. All he did was model- his name didn't get any farther.
"It's really not a surprise," Joe expressed, shrugging as he made a face. "I'm actually expecting a stun grenade or some injection shot into my neck any second now." Joe looked around, gaining a few laughs from his brother.
"See? Nothing to be worried about- we all joke around here," he added, making Joe scowl.
"Let's get back to the fact that you know our names!" nick snapped, piercing his lips as he looked at the guy for an explanation.
"Oh yes," he continued, looking down as he slid on his shades. "I possibly can't tell you how we know your names, but we know your names, Joseph, Nicholas-"
"That would be Nick, I don't like to be called Nicholas," Nick muttered furiously under his breath.
"That would be Joe for me, too," Joe muttered.
"Right, let's get on then, shall we?" The guy suggested, happily.
Joe growled and followed the man into the plane as Nick watched his luggage being loaded up into the back of the plane.
They had legit no idea what in God's name they were about to do.
