Book For Brother Novels & Stories

she said and that seemed to calm him a bit as she could hear him exhale. "This friend of yours, does Mom and Dad have his contact and address?" he asked. "Nope," April replied. "Send it to me immediately after this call and you better pick up when I call," he said, leaving no room for any argument. "Aye aye captain," April replied and he disconnected the call. She immediately sent him Nate's contact and address. "Your brother?" Nate asked. "How did you know?" April asked. "Because I'm an older brother too and I have little sister," he chuckled.

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

I reached out, gripped her chin, and smiled until my eyes curved. “I want all of them buried with my brother.” “No. I won’t allow it.” I kicked Vivian away. She clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at her. “What the hell are you to give me orders?” “Throw her out.” I brought my brother home. There were scars all over his wrists. Every time he saw me, he was always smiling. But behind my back, he had suffered so much. I held his cold hand and pressed it against my face.

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly. “Eamonn is your brother?” I asked, still holding onto my throat that hurt. This man had a way of making the most uncomfortable situation look like something out of a normal scenario. He just had me in death grip a few minutes ago and now he's conversing with me like he was concerned about my ‘pathetic’ life, as he'd called it. I would have to go with the flow, why? Because this could probably be my last conversation in Shirlon. And how did I miss out on the history of these two kings being brothers. I thought I knew my mate that much. “You're yet to reach the last part of the book I gifted you twenty-one years ago,”

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.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

My voice cracked halfway through. I found myself walking, fast, my heels clicking down the hall until I reached his study. The door wasn’t locked. The scent hit first—his cologne, faint but still there, mixed with whiskey and paper. The desk was neat, like everything else he touched, except for a pile of books stacked carelessly on one corner. I sank into his chair and let the tears fall—quiet, tired sobs that left my throat raw. When the crying stopped, I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked at the books again. Old, leather-bound, edges worn. I leaned closer.

"How can you be so good at bragging? What's wrong with this world? Since when did such rubbish have a chance to talk so much nonsense?" "Ridiculous, it's ridiculous." The other three exchanged glances and couldn't help but chuckle. The water man smiled and said softly, "Forget it. Don't talk nonsense with him. If he continues, he can say that the whole world is his. It's more annoying than the buzzing insects all over Third Brother's body." The bugman nodded and said, "Second brother is right. Didn't he say that Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is his little brother? That's good. After we deal with this guy, Eight Desolations Heavenly Book will become one of our young brother, right? Hahaha!"