Brother Asl Novels & Stories

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"I'm sure you would have already figured it out but we aren't brothers." He didn't say anything more and simply got up- back to me. "From now on, you'll do as I say without any further questions." It was none of my business whether they hated each other but there was something I didn't understand. "If you wanted him dead, why didn't you hire an assassin." He glanced over his shoulder, a sinister smile curving across his face as he ran his tongue against his teeth. "It would take more than an assassin or knives to kill a beast like my brother."

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,”

My brother smirked at me, he's not getting better, he's not. I'm afraid he's worse. ~~~

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

I shouted, my voice fierce despite the tremors of fear coursing through me. Asher’s expression shifted. “Stop it!” he commanded, stepping forward and grabbing the brother by the shoulder, pulling him away from me. “You don’t get to touch her.” The brother laughed, a dark sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Oh, but you’re the one who initiated this little game, Asher. I’m just joining in on the fun.” He shot me a glance filled with mockery, as if my discomfort amused him.

I turned and walked away. I didn't say hello, didn't ask what was wrong. I just grabbed my equipment and walked back to the medical tent. "Rose! Wait!" Marco's voice was desperate behind me. "Please... just let me explain..." I stopped, but didn't turn around. "This is a field hospital, Mr. Blackwood. If your brother needs medical attention, find the camp doctor. Otherwise, we have nothing to talk about." I disappeared into the tent.

She seems genuinely concerned that she’s said the wrong thing, so he takes his glass and stands to move to sit with her. “Might I join you? My brother would probably like to join us as well if that’s not too much of an imposition.” She smiles, and waves an arm to indicate the bench opposite her. Mal waves to Ash, and they sit with her. Ash smiles and inclines his head as he joins them, “I’m Asher Wild, and this is my brother, Malachi.” She nods, “I’ll remember. Thank you, Malachi. For removing that bit of copper from my shoulder earlier. I might not have seemed sincere at the time, but I am genuinely grateful.”

Sometimes. But there he sat, after all the years it took for her to try to forget him, legs stretched wide with his arms extended behind him, and what looked like a leather vest? Were those gang symbols? Some kind of group? What in the— “Patch is back,” was all her brother said. She drug her gaze away from his to her brother standing in the doorway with a cereal bowl in his hand. The idea to knock that cereal bowl out of his hands tempted her. How could he not prepare her for this?