Beware Of Brother Novels & Stories

“That makes no sense. I am years older than she is. She was only a small child when the two of you died. How could you have known her name or tried to keep me from someone who had barely learned to walk?” My brother spoke for the first time. His voice carried the same hard edge I remembered from the training fields of our youth. “You do not need the how. You only need the warning. Stay near her and the end comes faster. Put real distance between your lives and the stone will loosen its grip enough for you to draw clean breath again.”

My life started to play in my mind like a movie as I remembered the beatings I suffered for the trouble Joe caused, and the permanent look of disgust my mother had for me. … I smiled bitterly. I could no longer make another sound. This was probably the last time I would be used as educational material to discipline my brother. Just as I was about to close my eyes, a loud voice pulled me back to consciousness. "What are you doing?! Are you trying to destroy this place?" It was the voice of the escape room owner, who had rushed downstairs to check on the situation. Joe felt a surge of hope as he quickly grabbed onto the man. "Sir, my sister has been locked up inside the coffin. Please save her

A familiar feeling. I do as my wolf suggested, and attempt to defend myself. “I am not acting shifty at all, Ezra. Perhaps if you did not listen to your brother you would not think the worst of someone first, before thinking.” I say with a hint of spite, earning a raised brow from my brother-in-law. “Getting a little brave, aren’t we, little one?” He questions. “I think I asked if you were going somewhere?” “And last time I checked, I don’t think I have to answer to you.” I reply, beginning to move away from him, but as I do I notice a small smirk teasing at his lips.

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

Maybe we could still be together in a good way. "Leave me alone. I'm sorry if I ever tormented you so much. I just wanted you to always be by my side, that's all. But now you're free. I won't hurt you anymore. There's no more terrible brother. No one will make you feel useless. I set you free. Go, seek help." Axe took one last breath. His eyes slowly closed as his hands slipped from my face. Axe's body collapsed to the left leaving a shocked heart in my chest.

Then he strolls out. “Be careful, brother,” he says lazily. “I might just tell the Night Shifters to take you out.” He swerves and then walk backward, grinning. “Remember—Father said my orders can’t be overturned. You might get unlucky.” Alex clenches his fists and inhales sharply. “What the hell was that about?” I ask as Jason disappears into the dining room, already grabbing a chicken leg and chewing loudly. I dim my eyes, imagining marching in there and punching that smug mouth of his.

Elara liked that more than she wanted to admit. She took notes carefully, though she couldn’t have said later what exactly she was writing. Her attention kept drifting, not to his mouth, not to his hands, but to his face. The lines of it. The structure. The way his expressions moved like he was used to being observed. And then, without warning, a thought slipped into her mind so cleanly it startled her. He looks like my brother. The realization didn’t land like a shock. It settled…heavy, uneasy. She blinked and pushed it away immediately.

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

Surely he won't hit his own sister. Right? The scared part of her brain won the battle and she went ahead and lied "um I-I'm good. I'm perfectly comfortable it's just that..." She stopped, choosing her words wisely "I just don't remember anything about you so it's kind of hard to see you more than a stranger" She scan his face to detect any sign of anger but none was there. Instead he looked down as if sad. He's probably sad. I mean of all things she should have forgotten, she forgot her own brother.

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.