Brother Loop Novels & Stories

“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—” “Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back. “She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly. “But I was lucky.” “Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head. “My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”

He looked for a moment as though he were lost in thought, until he said, "I'm sorry if this sounds strange, but I've been searching for someone named Violet. My sister. She went missing years ago, and my father. well, he's dying. His last wish is to see her again." My heart ached at the sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you find her. Clyde stared at me hard. "You look a lot like her." "What?" I blinked, taken aback. "Would you be willing to help me?" he asked seriously. "Pretend to be my sister. Just until my father…" He swallowed hard, his voice trailing away. "I'd pay you a million dollars a day. It's the only way to grant him some peace.

Either that or being a sparrow just made it difficult for him to ask them to follow. “Zarah!” The first ones on site are my parents and my brother. My brother uses his talent to dash towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders and inspecting me from head to toe. “If you are looking for injuries, you know I can heal myself, right?” My brother’s brow furrows before he pulls me in a hug, saying, “Not if you’re dead, idiot!” I was going to toss another funny remark until I noticed how my brother was shaking. This time, I keep my lips shut.

Phoebe murmured, "That's a pretty delicate balance." Anthony was Hannah's young brother, but she would always be on her guard around him. "At least on the surface, they look like the perfect siblings," Brooke said, glancing at Phoebe. "Some things are left unsaid. Open the box, and even the strongest sibling bond would shatter." Phoebe met her eyes, her gaze deep and steady. Brooke continued, "Last time, Ms. Cooper mentioned that you have a younger brother, too. Are you two really close?"

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

Every eye in the clearing was on me now. I looked at Dane. “Open it?” “Your call. It’s yours.” I cracked the seal. One folded sheet inside. Handwriting rushed, shaky, like the person was writing fast or scared or both. I read it. And my hands started trembling. Freya and George... I don’t have long. They’re always watching. But you deserve the truth. Your brother is alive. I’m alive. We’re both still here. But we’re not safe. And you aren’t either.

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.

"You're the one engaged to her. If she gets her memory back, it's gonna blow up." A pause. Then Milo again, practically pleading. "You know I've liked Dorothy forever. But she's just the adopted daughter. I still have to marry Abigail. Now that she 'forgot,' just let me have a few good days with Dorothy. You're my brother—I trust you. Just... don't get too close to Abigail. I still have to marry her." I sucked in a sharp breath and stumbled back to the chairs outside the exam room, shaking all over. The guy who used to stick to me everywhere—car, bed, even the bathroom—muttering nonstop that he loved me just handed me off to his own brother.

Ryan dashed over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Oh my god, your neck, Laura," my brother said as I took a deep breath. Ryan's eyes were filled with pain as he examined my neck. "I'm fine," I exclaimed as I rose to my feet, my blood smeared hands in front of me. "I apologize for not being able to get the last guy." "You are a murderous machine. In two minutes, you dropped four guys "That scared me, my brother said with joy. What was my brother becoming? What happened to the sweet kid who was only concerned with me? Was his newfound power getting to him?