Brother Loop Novels & Stories

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.

George's Pov I couldn’t sleep. Not even close. Every time I shut my eyes, that damn letter was right there waiting for me. Weird handwriting I’d never seen before, but I knew it was his. My father’s. Your brother is alive. I’m alive. We’re not safe. And neither are you. Three days. Three whole days since it showed up, and nothing. Dane’s scouts combed the Eastern Territories and came back with exactly zilch. Everyone kept saying the same thing: wait, be patient, gather more intel.

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.

Loving son and brother. I screamed. I screamed until I was certain my eardrums were bleeding. No amount of anything could stop this pain. The pain of being forgotten had no comparison to this. My Evan, my brother. Dead. “Get me out of here!” This was a dream, this had to be a dream. My brother was not dead, not while I was still breathing. My landscape remained the same, the grey stone, the dead trees. Nothing changed. That thick fog only thickened. And somehow I knew there was nothing beyond there. If I ran through it I would fall to my death. That was the only way to escape the pain.

Swallowing down on my dry throat, I demanded, “What have you done, you piece of shit?” My brother finally looked at me, sorrow and regret passing over his face before quickly being replaced by cold indifference I’d never seen before. “I work for Sanderson. It’s how I got the money to pay Bane back.” “Your brother has been quite useful. He knew exactly where you’d be.” I frowned. “What’s he talking about?”

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?