Better Brother Better Life Novels & Stories

x Best Friend ⭐️💖 Yeah, the normal. Thank you. You staying at Coles? 😉 Em 🦋💙 Not sure yet, will text if I am. X Sutton 🐉🖤 Don’t do anything stupid. In front of him, please. You will never live that down with your brother.

He slightly curved his lips, revealing an extremely lazy and captivating smile. “Third Uncle, we’re not going anywhere from now on. We’ll just stay with you.” Malcolm said, “Good, good. I’ve always been closest to Second Brother since I was a kid. Let’s all live together.” Malcolm cherished this relationship. It would be great for everyone to live together. Benjamin said, “Big Brother, the villa next door is empty. I’ve already bought it. If you want to move over with your family of three, you can live next door.”

Well, finding out your brother has a wife whom you've never met can feel like a betrayal of trust. I reached for my fork, and forced a smile which I prayed reached my eyes. “I took some food to my twin brother at work and ran into his boss. At first he was annoying and rude, but from that first day he couldn't get me out of his mind. We ran into each other at other places and he finally picked an interest in me and we got to talking. It was a very quick engagement, I guess when you meet the right person, you just know you want to spend the rest of your life with them”. I leaned over to hold his left hand over the table and smiled at him.

“Bad for business.” “That is the business. If you’re going to stick with my brother, you need to realize that. ’Cause whether me and Nolan go our own way”—he pulls his hands apart and then laces them together, resting them on his stomach—“or we lock ourselves together, neither one of us is any Robin Hood. We’ve killed for each other. We’re bonded by blood.” Except there’s good in Nolan.“I don’t have a problem with your lifestyle.” “Not much you can do about it, even if you did.”

She said. I smiled lightly pushing down the nerves in my stomach. “Thanks Liv” “Now speaking of my big headed brother, I am on an operation to have him and Hilary together by all means.” She said. My chest felt heavy and I knew that my palms were getting sweaty too. “But I thought he doesn’t want to be with her.” I said fighting the urge to say more. “Oh! Don’t mind Brad. He’s a jock and a playboy. He probably wants to do a little hard to get. He said he had a girlfriend but he was lying.”

and allow my wife to abandon me on our wedding day to be with another man. Before I could even react, another person burst in through the door. It was my older sister, Hillary Sloane. The moment she stepped inside, rather than showing concern, she started scolding me. "Ivan Sloane, can't you be more understanding? Your brother is lying sick in the hospital, and all you can think about is marrying Lenora. "You're heartless. If it weren't for Gideon, do you think you'd even be standing here today? You shouldn't be so selfish. Can't you just let him have this?"

"Chris, if you're seriously going to steal her from me, you and I are done. We're no longer brothers." "Whatever." Chris just gave a casual shrug. "You've been a total deadbeat since we were kids—a lazy screw-up who just blows through our family's money. To be honest, I've been over you for ages." Owen's face was a mask of pure fury, all his features practically twisting. He shot Chris a killer stare. "Fine. From this second on, we're not brothers anymore." "Your words. Just don't come crying to me later." Just then, a sickly sweet voice chimed in, "Owen, Mia's married now. Just let it go, okay? You still have me. I'm always here for you."

"If I hear one more detail, I'm going to throw up." Because yeah, it's bad enough knowing they're sleeping together. I don't need the highlight reel too. That is still my brother, for fuck's sake. Chelsea grins wickedly. "Oh, right, I forgot—we can't talk about this in front of you. Fine. Let's talk about your sex life with your men instead." "Please. We barely have time for that with all these kids," I shoot back, rolling my eyes. Hence the vasectomies.

He always sat alone by the window and stared blankly at the sun outside. I knew what he was thinking. He probably thought, ‘Look, Ches! I’m living the life you didn’t get to have. All the things you never saw… I’ll see them for you. All the books you never got to read? I’ll read them for you.’ I sighed softly. “But Dylan, don’t you feel exhausted? “Silly brother, I gave my life to you, so it’s yours. You have to live it well.” The days slipped by.

which is the closest my brother has ever come to philosophy. So: Saturday. String lights up. Forty relatives incoming. The same backyard where, three years ago, I'd hidden behind a different pig working up the nerve to detonate my own life. My plan: stay near the kitchen. Be useful. Be furniture. Let Marcus be the show, because Marcus is good at being the show without trying, and keep an entire pig, two coolers, and the domino table between me and the man who was landing back into my zip code for the first time since a curb on Red Road.