Brother Complex Novels & Stories

"God complex is a difficult thing, especially when it is family who have it and insist on you following their orders." His words are right. With Grayson, I can just tell him to get lost and threaten to tell my brothers. As for my brothers, nothing will calm their God complex down. We leave, and he drives us to work. The week passes, and I relax into a routine. Things are going well at work and with Jake and me. I saw my brothers a few times, and they asked who the guy was. Much to their disappointment, I refused to give them any real details.

My brother and I, we had always been so close, but now it felt like we were strangers. "This is going too far, Alex. I will not support abduction of minors, whatever their origin may be." "Who cares? They are insignificant, filthy and deserve to suffer!" My brother spat, revealing more of his bestial side. "What about all those human girls who ended up being molested or killed due to your lack of self-control? You have some serious issues, and they need to be properly addressed, brother. Your obsession with blood and power has become extreme and increasingly erratic, bordering on being unmanageable. You need help."

“Want my two cents? Fuck him and make sure Derrick walks in on both of you moaning.” I frowned. “You know I'm not like that.” “Yeah,” she said, turning her face. “You're the sweet girl who has moved on but still cries and gets drunk on a particular date every damn year.” I swallowed hard. Okay, this is the part that I haven't admitted to her. Getting drunk, wasted, feeling used and shit isn't because Derrick hurt me, stood me up, or even cheated on me. It's deeper than that. It's because I let his brother fuck me… and I've not been able to get it off my mind in all these years. It's like I'm stained, marked, and no matter what I try to do, or how I try to get past it, I'm stuck.

“What the hell are you anyway and why are you in my head?” The deep voice chuckled. “When you quit being stubborn and let your mate accept your brother like things are meant to be, you’ll find out.” “Okay, asshole. So what happens if I don’t?” “You will,” he said confidently. “I might not,” I argued. “You will. I can feel you’re not that selfish of a prick.” “Some would say I’m very selfish. You just don’t know me very well.” “Oh, I may not have been here long enough to know you as well as you say, but I do know selfishness very well, and you are not that. Hurt with a complex, maybe, but even that will go away when she accepts him.”

Although I already decided to move on, I can't help but feel bitter. ' Pathetic, aren't you?' I can hear someone inwardly mocking me. I must be the most pathetic being to ever exist. I force my mind off him, deciding that he isn't worth my tears. My brother has no title in the pack. Although he is of Beta blood and had a high chance of becoming the beta, he chose to follow our father's footsteps and took over the family company. He is the CEO of a multi-billionaire company.

"The third brother, your killing intent is a bit heavy." The first brother reminded him, "He's a disciple of the Divine Bone Dock after all. You can't kill him so easily." "Yes, sir," the third brother replied. However, the first brother also knew that. Their minds were connected. Didn't Big Brother know that he wanted to kill someone? Big brother knew, but he didn't stop him, so he thought he could kill the cultivator! Therefore, they were just putting on an act for outsiders to see. "Get lost. Don't stay here and get in the way," the second brother said slowly.

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”

With Lucifer, I felt like I was the only thing worth focusing on in the entire world. We spent hours talking—about our childhoods, our hopes, our fears, and the things that made us who we were. He spoke openly about the pressure of being the older brother, the expectations placed on him by their family, and how he had always felt responsible for Ethan, even when Ethan made choices that disappointed everyone.

Neither of us knew that the other was involved with this company. On top of all that, if I was truly being honest with myself, Amalia was the best relationship I had ever been in. I was eager to see where the relationship was going to go, and I did not want to mess it up now. As the end of the day approached, I decided to call my brother to get his opinion about all of this. “Brother. How is the first day going?” Jonathan answered the phone. “Not bad. Went around a met a few teams, including the team that is starting the pediatric research I had mentioned.” I replied, leaning back in my chair.

I can’t even imagine founding out that your given mate by goddess was married to your brother. It is unimaginable to be rejected by your mate, the sadness you feel by loosing your mate. It’s like he lost a part of himself, no let me correct it, he lost a part of himself. He must have been heartbroken but does this making it right killing two people and trying to kill a kid? Of course, no. Wolfs are really possessive of their mates and seeing yours with your brother it sure triggers you but killing them and an innocent child is madness. I was processing all that being quiet. ‘’she was just mated with the wrong brother’’ my aunt spoke again. She was really missing her little sister and she was