Beware Of The Brother Novels & Stories

Alexander I had no idea how many people Katherine Weillman invited to this place. I had stepped onto the deck expecting something quiet. Maybe a drink, a small activity but damn it. A handful of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years and not to miss out on Noah, my half-brother. I looked away, not ready to start another pointless conversation with him. He'sky brother, yes but he’s just like Derrick, spoiled to the bones, made to feel like a gem.

I would use his trust as an advantage to end him, that would be a better plan. "Just be careful, your brother has eyes everywhere you need to also note that or you could be in more trouble than you bargained for," Miriah told me while taking another sip of his wine. My brother, I had almost forgotten about him, if he found me making any suspicious move it'll be over for me. I needed to be extra careful, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought it would be.

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.

"Is that supposed to be good advice for your little brother?" He scoffed. "I'm at a point in life where I don't give a shit about anything. And you're only a few minutes younger than me," "Half an hour younger," "That's not the point," he said, pointing the screwdriver at me with a stern facial expression. "The point is that you're my brother and I don't want you to get hurt. And because you are my brother, I'm going to warn you against fully trusting women. They are backstabbing bitches and are the descendants of Eden's serpent," I tightened my lips and stared at him blankly. The real meaning and the story behind it are connected. He shouldn't have said that if he didn't want me to figure o

"I am sure your brother worries about you. He might just be confused about how to handle your situation. You both lost your parents, and he is hurting too." "You should be my brother's sister. So considerate." I laughed lightly, trailing my hands along the smooth board of the wood painting. "I don't think I recognize the Beta. I try my best to stay away from the officials, to avoid getting any of them angry." "Why would you think that?" "The Alpha gave me a clear warning to never cross his path. I think everyone, too, would have that thought." "Not at all. My brother might be an asshole, but I can assure you he shows everyone he comes across respect. It's one of our father's legacy."

"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.

But that darn saying, can’t get it out of my mind. My brother is a cursed soul, Beauty warned me. The signs, everything about this warned me. I WARNED MYSELF. I chose to ignore it. He's my brother. My brother, the one responsible for the death of my baby. NO, NO. He went after my pregnant woman, knowing that was my unborn kid in her stomach. I was so worried about Beauty killing him that I forgot she was the one with a bounty on her head. I judged her for wanting to kill my brother, watched her so closely that I forgot that I should be protecting her.

I narrowed my eyes and balled my hands into fists at my side, determined to let him know exactly what I thought of him. Alden's words came out sharp and decisive, halting me before I could even issue a response. "Be warned, my siblings are not to be trusted. If I had my way, you'd never have to deal with them. But somehow, they got wind of you before they arrived and demanded to meet you. It's almost as if they were drawn to you, so be careful." His voice was as deep and powerful as thunder, commanding my full attention. Every word felt like a warning sign, each syllable full of hidden dangers.

“Careful with your words. Don’t go around throwing those words. We werewolves mean it when we say we are going to kill humans. But unfortunately for you. You can’t kill werewolves that easily. “You can’t destroy beings that are way more powerful than that small mind of yours can comprehend.” “Well... you should not underestimate small minds. You see Coal. I am already here. I am already looking at you. Such a young fella to be making threats to someone older than you. “The time I was wasting listening to your nonsense. It was just enough time I needed to find you and come for you. It is unfortunate for you. I have found you. “And I have a good shot at you now, but first I have come in here f

Time grows short, child of my line, you must save our kind from a bigger war than the one that cost you both your parents. I woke with a start, the goddess's warning still echoing in my mind. Soft morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, and it took me a moment to recognise the Maxwell mansion's guest suite. My mates surrounded me in the massive bed, Kane's arm draped protectively across my waist, Fin's breath warm against my neck, Brent and Liam positioned on either side like sentinels even in sleep. "The dark shadow," I whispered, remembering the goddess's words. My brother wasn't just lost, he was in danger of becoming something terrible, a counterpoint to whatever power I repr