Brother In Arms Book Novels & Stories

“Thanks Dawn. You’re the most sensible person I’ve talked to in my life, and of course, Aunt too.” Dawn stood up and bowed like a princess. “You should have told me what you were going through. We could have talked about it and you didn’t have to feel this way. Next time don’t talk to your brother, he’ll just confuse you.” “I guess so too.” They both headed back inside the house and I was left there astonished. I think I just lost my brother. “Hey!” I went in after them. I USED CALEB’S ARMS as a pillow and I buried my face on his chest.

It was a picture of the vast Effucca plains, with wild buffaloes galloping across the grasslands. Untamed. Free. The moment I saw that photo, I knew it was from Ross. That encounter in Fellaton might have been the last time I would ever see him. We had both moved on to new lives. "Mommy, I want a hug." When my daughter's voice echoed in my ears, everything from before seemed to fade away. The past, Ross, and all that came with it, no longer mattered.

But even the air outside was just as heavy and as thick with something sharp and bitter that wouldn’t leave my throat. My heart wouldn’t stop hammering in my chest. I’d been betrayed before. In this kind of world we operate in, betrayal was currency. You didn’t survive without tasting it. But this… this was Ace. This was a brother. What could have possibly pushed him that far? What would make him turn on the very people who saved him? On me? I thought of the many nights we’d planned operations together. How I trusted him with everything even the most vulnerable parts of the system. The soldiers respected him. I respected him.

I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me. Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber. Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions — sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head. As I strolled the halls, I noticed a group of soldiers carrying crates filled with books. “Wait,” I called out, stopping them. They froze and turned to me. The scent hit me before I even reached the boxes—Colt’s scent. My monster brother’s lingering essence clung to the books like a haunting memory. “Where are these from?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I reached for one of the books. “From Raven’s old base,” one soldier answered with a respectful nod.

"I'm giving you my favorite toy so that you won't be lonely." His mouth trembled just like Mom's had. "Don't come find me either. I wasn't a good brother. I kept lying and making you take my punishments. I'm sorry, Sienna." The three of them wrapped their arms around each other and stood there in silence. "That's not true," I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. "I love you all so much. You're the best family in the whole world." I floated above them, and tears fell from my eyes without warning, landing right between them.

“Aiden Lee...” Jacob smiled warmly at Aiden and gave him a light stroke on the top of his head. A teenage boy for a lonely soldier, Thomas Karp, it felt so right. Jacob had wanted Tom not to be lonely with his life for a long time. He knew how stressed Tom was when his heart and logic were at war. Tom is a soldier with a noble heart that is very rare. Tom shouldn't be in the army because that doesn't suit Tom's gentle soul. His strict father who used to make Tom had to become a soldier because his father was a general. "I think he's from the same race as you."

We would face the darkness together. I looked at my bandaged arm, a stark white slash against my skin in the dim morning light. It was a physical reminder of my brother, of the blood we shared and the blood I now intended to spill. The memory of his escape, of his taunts, was a bitter pill. He had won the first battle. But the war… the war was just beginning.

Arvin hesitated at the door, his footsteps soft as he paced, while I sat anxiously on a tree stump nearby. Finally, he stood before the door, ready to knock. Suddenly, a figure lunged at Arvin, aiming a punch at his head. Before I could comprehend, they were locked in combat. As they both showed visible signs of injury, I finally recognized the man... Adonis Smedley! My older brother. Wasn't he still abroad? When had he returned?

“Because I’m worried about you.” I must be acting extremely odd if Armi of all people was worried about me. Armi was my older brother. By two months. Like I said, we don’t have the same biological parents. We were raised up like twins since I Was adopted so young. My whole life he was my other half, the closest to me by far of all my siblings. But we were not anything alike. He was the future Alpha of the pack. When we were 21 he took over the pack. And over all, he has been a hell of a good leader. He listens to others, unlike our father. He is advisable, and approachable and genuinely has a heart for this pack and its wolves, again, unlike our father. Our father is a good man, but the olde