Borutos Brother Novels & Stories

He left through the same door he'd entered, back into the forest, and I sat alone at the long table in the emptying dining room and pressed my palm flat against my sternum, trying to distinguish between two resonances that were rapidly becoming impossible to separate. Two brothers. Two pulls. And the growing, terrible certainty that the universe had made a mistake.

Olivia, too, seemed to think of this, because I could see pure fear ripple through her at the mention of it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied. “Ha!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I saw the blight in the forest,” I said. “And I see it now, right in front of me; my own blood.” I was so close now that I could feel her shallow breaths fanning across my face, could detect the smallest trace of uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “When you find a rotten fungus,” I continued, straightening, “you pluck it out before its spores spread. And you, sister, are the most rotten of all.”

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

Two days… That was weird The best friends sat around a old time lunch table waiting for food as they were starving. “Am I the only one bothered that your brother has yet to retaliate us after that night?” Ava asked while chewing a gum. Sophia thought it was weird too but threw her in an unbothered manner. “Maybe he has learnt his lesson to keep it down” Or maybe he was waiting for the right moment to spark…

Barely a few minutes later, a man dressed fully in black showed up before Zivon… Though he looked similar to him, there was a sort of… sinisterness in his eyes… “It’s been a while, Brother. It seems that you’re still as studious as ever…” Upon hearing that, Zivon simply sneered. The pretentious man before him was Zivon’s eighth brother who went by Liam Burton. Back before Zivon was brought to the Burton manor, Liam had been the youngest in that family, which was why he was well-loved and sheltered. However, after Zivon’s arrival, both of them were constantly compared by the other Burtons. Naturally, Zivon had always been better than him, which was why Liam always hated him.

She turned to face him: "Do you still believe I'm your family, Benjaming? Are you trying to kill me with anxiety?" Benjaming Waltson said to Butler: "If you tell me about this, you will be implicated. Let me tell you, bring Wal over to the courtyard." Butler gratefully glanced at Benjaming Waltson before leaving. "Third Sister-in-Law, please have a seat," Benjaming Waltson said. She sat and stared at him. "Tell me right away. Don't beat around the bush." "Third brother became ill after we left. He still hasn't recovered after two months. Butler called home yesterday to tell me that my third brother is already so thin that he doesn't appear human."

It's a brother's thing. "Why are you trying to get closer with Blue?" Yushiro could not help but ask Keisuke. The beast glance at him, scoffing after observing all of his face. "I am not trying to. We are already close to each other." "Stay away from my sister!" he shouts, his upper lip twitching. "Why don't you tell your sister to stay away from me? Because I won't stay away from her." And Yushiro roared so suddenly that surprised them three men. Yushiro can't believe this is how he becomes now. He was fierce and a really powerful character that could kill a king but now he looks like a butler to these crazy demons.

he mumbled, his lips quivering as he spoke. “Luther? You may leave,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively as I watched him scurry away immediately. “Luther,” I muttered, my jaw clenched. “That bastard,” I cursed, gulping down a large amount of vodka. Luther Cratos, my half brother, and my successor. Even though we shared the same father, we barely got along. After the death of my mother, my father, the late lycan king, presented Luther to me as my half brother.

Nitta let out a short, humorless laugh. "I never actually planned on making a move on you, you know," he admitted, tilting his head. "I was just being an asshole. Trying to get under Ryuu’s skin. I knew he was home that day. It was stupid. And, well… our family's completely fucked up." My expression darkened, my mind struggling to process everything at once. Nitta Morunaga—the youngest of the brothers—was a Carbone by blood. My half-brother. But that part didn’t matter as much as the man who tied us together.

“None of the donations will reach the children.” A sharp laugh bubbled up—I bit it back, pretending to steady myself. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” I whispered. “But it’s the truth,” he said with a shrug. “And truth doesn’t disappear just because wolves are uncomfortable.” Before I could answer, Damon appeared. My ex-mate. Aric’s brother. My past. His jaw was tight, eyes storm-dark. “Really, Selene? Dancing with my brother? You want to start rumors?” I met his gaze evenly. “I’m not your Luna anymore. I can dance with whoever I want.”