Beware Of Brother Novels & Stories

"Stop crying, dummy! We got tricked! I didn't really get sent away." He acted like he could not see me and as though he did not hear a word I said. Dad pulled him to his feet, his expression stern. "This is the last time your sister pays for your mistakes. Starting today, whatever mistake you make, you deal with the consequences yourself. All these years, Sienna's been taking the blame for you. You'd better treat her right from now on. Understood?" Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary."

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

"Take it and prepare it. A cup morning and night. Only you, and not your husband. He doesn't have problems except for his brother wanting to kill him." Natalie's eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. But I wasn't bothered. "You should stay away from your only brother. His heart is full of evil and regret for handing the company back to you. You should pass the warning to your father as well. Although he knows, you should remind him to be careful. The dark clouds will pass, but avoiding the rain will be better. Take care." Natalie and I got back to my car, and silence engulfed us.

The question hit me like a slap. “No—God, no,” I said quickly, turning to him. “You’ve been amazing. I just…” My voice trailed off. What was I supposed to say? I’ve been seeing my brother-in-law behind my sister’s back? Jake studied me, his soft blue eyes searching my face. Without a word, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. His thumb lingered along my jaw. Tears welled before I could stop them. “Hey,” he whispered, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

“I’m advising you, buddy, you need to watch out, who knows your brother might pay another visit?” At the word brother, my bones freeze, and this time I cut the call. Whatever they plan to do, they can bring it on; I won’t miss my target this time.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.