Brother Book Review Novels & Stories

“I trust my guts, Mastermind!” “Then let`s beat him at his own game, instead.” The bell rang, lunch was over. A few weeks later, I came across this book titled “The Autocratic Family” at the storeroom. It seemed outdated but I took it anyway so I could get some knowledge about this gang and why it came about to split. The book gave me what I wanted to know; I felt like it was going to lead me to where I wanted- who killed my brother? It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book.

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.

Now, however, she wanted to slap him silly. Just as she'd expected, Alexandra fired right back. She continued, "People are different, though. My friend's brother may argue with her, but that's only in private. When they're outside, my friend is the boss. He doesn't dare defy her at all, and he's super in-tune with her feelings. That's the kind of brother worth having, right, Ms. Shaw?" Brooke had seen it coming, but it still stung. It was true; she couldn't argue. Jared had completely ignored how she and Horace felt in a setting like this. He was beyond disobedient.

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.

And vaguely familiar in a way that made my stomach turn over. Then he stepped under the chandelier, and the light hit his face. The sharp jaw. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Those cold, flat green eyes scanning the room like he owned every person in it. My champagne glass nearly slipped from my hand. "No." "What?" Holly leaned in, smelling blood. "That's Liam." The name tasted like battery acid. "That's my brother." Holly blinked. "Your brother? The one in Europe? The disaster?" "He's not supposed to be here." My voice came out strangled. "He's supposed to be gone. I thought mother paid him to stay gone."

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

“So am I.” Ruben studied him for a long, tense moment. Then, without warning, he crossed the last few steps and pulled his brother into an embrace. For the first time in decades, the Delwunco brothers didn’t fight. They didn’t scheme. They didn’t spill blood. They just held on two broken men standing in the ashes of everything they’d destroyed. When they pulled apart, Ken’s hand lingered briefly on Ruben’s shoulder. “Don’t let her destroy you too,” he muttered, the faintest warning in his voice.

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

The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."

“That’s good, Mama.” “I’m not saying this to make you feel anything,” she said, and something in her tone made me look up. She was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “I’m saying it because I think you need to hear it. You’ve been strange this whole visit. Quiet in a way you’re not usually quiet.” “I’m always quiet.” “You’re always inside your head. That’s different from quiet.” She reached across and tapped the back of my hand once, lightly. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you, your sister is happy. Whatever else is going on in the world, hold onto that.”