Brother Is Novels & Stories

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

He whined like a five-year-old, he was thirteen years old, and he was devastated at the news that his X-men boxers have gone missing. Not that his sister is now living in another territory and that he was ringing to tell me he was missing me. "Yeah, love and miss you too Maxwell." I replied, before pushing my phone back into my pocket and looking toward Bryan, who looked down at me with a frown. "That was my younger brother," I confirmed not that he had asked. He smirked, "I know, I wouldn't let you speak to another male like that if they weren't family." I smirked back, wanting to see how far I could tease him.

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

they replied with less attention as I wonder why my brother even tagged those vagabonds as his workers. For a fact I knew my brother is one of the top drug Lord of the country and also a ruthless business man who has his businesses spread across the countries. I smiled as I sighted him focussed on his laptop as I walked towards him. I crossed my arm on his shoulder as I stared at what he was working on. "What is it?" He asked knowing fully well I'm always a drama queen when it comes to him, he is the best big brother ever and I'm his kid sis whom he can do anything for.

Q was something I actually responded to since my brother had called me that since birth. "Q, you can't let him use you as his verbal punching bag or as a literal one. I swear, if he touches a single hair on your body he's a dead man," my brother made a sound at the back of his throat that sounded awfully similar to a growl. His protective instincts always controlled him, "what if that mug had hit you? What would you have done?"

“Oh God, Dad, yes…” He chuckled as he added a third finger, stretching me like he had been craving this for a long time. “Good girl.” Then his phone buzzed. He pulled back just enough to glance at it. “Fuck. Your brother is on his way home. You want him to see you like this? My fingers in your tight little cunt, my mouth on your tits?” My breath hitched. My brother was built like a fucking god, with a cock that had ruined more than one girl in college a few months back. The idea of him walking in, of him joining…

"Yes." "Who?" I asked my hear slightly accelerating, If I hadn't perfected my calm focused act I would be on the edge of my seat."My brother." My jaw dropped, I didn't know he had a brother..."Your brother?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly. I pushed off the wall, walking around his desk."Yes." His eyes followed me as I walked in front of him.

I was surprised to see him in the werewolf side while I carried Nia. “You don’t say. They are so weak, so I decided to pay my brother a visit” he said pulling me in for another hug. We laughed. Brotherhood meant a lot to me, because these were the things my father did before he moved to the world beyond. He told me to take care of myself and treat anyone who loves me as a brother. As family. “So you are hunting huh? Isn’t that too early?” my brother asked me. “I’m not really hunting. It’s Just a preparation.” I smiled. “ big you can say I was hunting bad people “

He was not at least feeling a bit sorry for my wedding. "I haven't savored my bath yet!" "Do I look like I care? Hurry up!" I heard his retreating footsteps but called him again. "Knoxx! Wait!" He continued walking. Recalling there was only one word that would make him stop, I called, “Brother!” His footsteps stopped. "Brother? We are not siblings. The only one who had a relationship is your mother and my father. We don't have any relationship at all, woman."

“Correct, but that is not all there is to brotherhood. Me and your uncle Kyle, we are not born of the same mother or related by blood but we are still brothers. So I’ll ask you again, who is a brother?” The twins shared a puzzled look. They were both sure Leo’s definition was correct so they remained silent, looking at their father. “A brother is someone who always has your back. Someone who sacrifices for you by giving you the last slice of pizza even when he wants it. He is someone who shares the last slice of pizza with you even when he is the first to take it because you both want to eat it.”