Better Brother Better Life Novels & Stories

“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.

I leaned my head slightly against Archer's shoulder and said, "I trust you. Let's spend the rest of our lives together as happily as possible." Curtis went back home, feeling lost and miserable. The iron door creaked loudly behind him. Brenda was crouched over on the ground, sorting through the food and supplies they had. She got to her feet when she heard the noise behind her. Her hair was still dripping with sweat as she smiled gently at Curtis and welcomed him home. "Curt! It's been a windy day outside the base, hasn't it? I made some cream of mushroom soup—" Curtis suddenly grabbed her hard by the shoulders, his knuckles turning white.

“Your bad day matters to me, why?” Pippa throws her hands up in the air and turns to face the back of the van. She looks at the boxes that didn’t get ruined in the whole incident. Pippa takes a long, dramatic deep breath. “Other than the fact that I found out my brother and best friend are fucking again and quite literally ran into the same dick from the bar the other night who doesn’t give two shits that he ruined something I worked really hard on in the process? I don’t actually give a damn if my bad day matters to your not.” “Pipp—” I interrupt, wanting to apologize for the part I played in the way her day has gone. I start to reach out to her, but I realize I have icing all over my hands

I was trembling with rage. If they went through with this, both I and the entire Sheridan family would become a laughingstock. Jayden, however, seemed convinced that his absurd plan made perfect sense. His tone grew even more resolute. "Whitney, I know it's unfair to you, but Luna has been through a lot. Just think about the child—" I cut him off coldly, "Jayden, you bastard! You want me to go through this shit show of a wedding with you? So, you get the marriage license with me, but it's Lunara who gets the wedding night?

Ethan staggered and fell against Vivian, leaving a clear mark on his cheek. Vivian looked shocked. Then she instinctively wrapped her arms around Ethan and shouted at me, “Adrian Hayes, your brother took his own life. Why are you taking it out on Ethan?” Ethan covered his swollen face and said pitifully, “Vivi, it’s okay. If hitting me makes bro feel better, I’ll take it.” “Then I’ll give you exactly what you want.” I stepped forward, grabbed Ethan by the collar, and yanked him hard.

“At least I got out before they locked me in. You’re still here playing dress-up and smiling for the family name. How does it feel knowing your worth is measured by which powerful man they can trade you to?” I gripped my fork tighter. The words hurt because they were true. The golden cage. The decree. But I couldn’t say any of that. “It’s not like that,” I said quietly. “I’m fighting it. My brothers are fighting it too.” Bianca’s eyes flicked to Killian for a second, then back to me. She smiled wider. “Fighting it. Cute. But in this family, fighting usually ends with you losing. I learned that the hard way.”

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

"I told you that in October. I meant it. I've been watching my brother my entire life. He is not the same person he was before you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "He is", she said. "He's more himself." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Julian looked at her sideways. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "That's right," he said. "That's exactly right. He's more himself." He was quiet for a moment. "I couldn't have said that better." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> They reached the corner. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"Ooh- speaking of videos- how were you watching that p**n last night, J?" "You were watching p**n too?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow. "There's obviously more to last night than you're telling me." "We can have a reenactment then. Make a p**n of our own." "Birthday Slut Gets Banged By Big Brothers," James suggested drolly. Unable to help himself, Chris countered with, "One Sister, Two Holes." "What about Brotherfucking DP Queen Turns Nineteen?" "Sold," her brothers declared before sweeping her off her feet.

My thumb hovered over the screen not knowing what to do next, until it finally stopped on the familliar white and black logo. It was Chatgpt. I opened it and asked the only question that I needed answers to. “I’m madly in love with my brothers best friend, how can I make it stop?”