My Paradise

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I BEG Y'ALL TO NOT TAKE THIS STORY LITERALLY. JUST READ THIS FOR FUN AND TAKE EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY WITH A GRAIN OF SALT .

I tried to do something new like a new experiment. It may be extremely cringe 😭but you're free to give your feedback
( I might've let my imagination go too wild while writing this lol )

Enjoyyyyyyy

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                        Island life

The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the deserted island that had been home to the Bieber brothers for as long as they could remember. Rick, Bizzle, and Kidrauhl had grown up in this paradise, far from the touch of human civilization. Each of them had their own unique charm and quirks that made life on the island anything but dull.

Rick, the eldest, was a sight to behold. With his chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a body that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves, he was the definition of a Greek god. Mature and responsible, Rick had naturally taken on the role of the leader, guiding his younger brothers through the challenges of island life.

Bizzle, the middle brother, was the quintessential bad boy. His dark hair, often falling into his smoldering eyes, added to his mysterious allure. His rugged looks and rebellious nature made him irresistibly hot, though he had a heart of gold buried beneath his tough exterior.

Kidrauhl, the youngest, was a bundle of energy and mischief. Despite not being a child, his antics often suggested otherwise. With his bright eyes and innocent smile, he was the cutest of the trio, always managing to lighten the mood with his playful spirit.

As the first rays of sunlight kissed the island, Rick was already up and about, preparing for another day in paradise. He walked over to the wooden shelter they had built years ago, a testament to their resilience and ingenuity. The shelter was a cozy structure made from palm leaves, driftwood, and vines, perfectly blending with the natural beauty of their surroundings.

"Morning, Bizzle. Morning, Kidrauhl," Rick called out as he entered the shelter, where his brothers were still sprawled out on their makeshift beds.

Bizzle groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "Do you have to be so cheerful every morning, Rick? It's not even noon yet."

Rick chuckled. "Somebody's got to keep things running smoothly around here. Besides, it's a beautiful day, and we need to catch breakfast."

Kidrauhl sprang up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we go fishing today, Rick? Please? I promise I won't scare the fish away this time!"

Rick laughed, ruffling Kidrauhl's hair. "Alright, alright. Let's get moving. Bizzle, come on, don't be lazy."

Bizzle reluctantly rolled out of bed, stretching his arms and yawning. "Fine, but if I have to catch breakfast, Kidrauhl better not start singing again. Last time, we had to eat coconuts for a week."

Kidrauhl pouted, but couldn't help but giggle. "I'll be good, I promise!"

The three brothers made their way to the beach, where they had fashioned a makeshift dock out of driftwood. Rick grabbed a spear, while Bizzle took a fishing rod they had crafted from bamboo and string. Kidrauhl, eager to prove himself, grabbed a small net.

As they waded into the clear, turquoise waters, the brothers worked in harmony, each contributing in their own way. Rick's spear shot through the water with precision, skewering fish with ease. Bizzle's rod dipped and bobbed, soon catching a sizeable fish. Kidrauhl, with a surprising amount of focus, managed to scoop up a few smaller fish with his net.