Brother Loop Novels & Stories

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.

~~~~ I rushed out of my car hoping I'll get to talk to her before she gets upstairs, to her room. I opened the door, slamming it behind me. I looked up at the stairs, silently cursing the fact I'll have to climb it. I heard a sound coming from the sitting room, I turned immediately, my heart beating hard as I set my eyes on my brother holding a gun, pointing it at Loren. It all became clear, I was oblivious to it, the fear in Loren's eyes, the playing smirk on my brother's, the anger in his eyes. Flashes of that night came rushing in. Louisa on the floor covered by a pool of blood, Javier standing there with the knife on his hand.

Gabrielle had grown on her badly, so instead, she stuck by the nickname 'Brie'. "Do I look okay?" She turned to her brother, Adam, who was silently playing a game on his phone. He took a second to respond, his soft, brown hair flopping down into his eyes as he hunched over the colourful screen. "Huh?" He looked up, sacrificing his game in the process. His soft, freckled face shone with admiration for his sister. "You look great." He smiled and stood up with a jump. He trotted clumsily over to the window and glanced out with a thoughtful expression.

The brotherhood was a closed sect group that never concerned itself with matters of the outside world and when they do, it had to be something very important. "Is there a way we can talk to him? I really need their help man. I want to get whoever is doing this." Parker seethed. "I know how you feel. Don't worry, I'll table the issue to them." ********* ''Lucas, do something about this. Don't just stand there and watch, send her out or something.'' Valentina seethed. ''You really have no idea who you're messing with.'' Lucas laughed. ''I don't care. Just send her away.'' Valentina said, stomping her feet on the ground like an angry child.

Something darker — something that had been growing for years. He leaned closer to his brother. "I don't want your money, brother." His voice dropped. "I want to watch you lose everything." Adrian's face hardened. Liam smiled. "The way you've always taken everything from me. And I want you to stay away from her. None of your business — her and the pregnancy. Get lost, brother." Liam walked away. I was in the office that moment, listening to all of it. But Adrian had already told me not to get involved.

I murmured to my brother, my voice a whisper that could barely be heard over the cacophony of Linda's chants, "we need her sister, and we need her now." He nodded, albeit still skeptical, and pulled out his phone. "I'm on it," he replied before stepping out of the room. He paused at the threshold, shooting a last worried glance at Linda, shuddering at her otherworldly demeanor. My eyes never left Linda. "The prophecy... what does it want from us, Linda? You said The Healer... is that really what he is?" I motioned to her mate, still dumbfounded. My brother had just finished calling Brock when he strode into the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but a swift gesture—my finger pressed to my l

I was just sure he was weird. After my brother came up, Colton confessed to having to take medicine to help with anxiety. He was a normal person until the moment the Brotherhood emerged in his life. After that, he started to have a kind of panic that he never described to anyone. Suzane just told me that he looked after his sister and grandmother too much, and would never forgive himself if anything happened to one of them because of him. He was not to blame, although, the Brotherhood was the one who liked to play with his prey of the moment. I just remembered him saying that he was shocked when his grandmother said he received a bouquet of flowers, and he understood that the Brotherhood kne

At the Brother’s Group Richard: “Today Renea called me the fifth brother.” Kevin: “I know! You have already chanted in front of me hundred times, can you be quiet for a while?” Richard: “Forth Brother, are you jealous of me?” Kevin: “I am jealous of you? You wish! Don’t forget that Renea called me forth brother first!” Darren: “Stop, Kevin! Don’t be shameless! Renea called me third brother first!”

Kevin replied adamantly. “Don’t do this man.” “Dude, you either join in the brother’s code or you leave me alone.” Brother’s code? What brother’s code? I so much wanted to know but I can’t afford to make myself be remembered now, I made a mental note to ask Adrian, that’s if he will tell me though.

Brother drawls lazily; however, his eyes that glow briefly show his rage and impatience. “Or what? Ella is mature enough to indulge with whomever she desires. But with your behavior this morning and now, one might mistake you for a jealous suitor rather than an older brother.” Wow. Just wow. I always knew Brandon's mouth would get him into trouble. This might finally be it. And how is he not getting affected by Brother's oppressive aura? “Time's up,” Brother says, and my eyes widen when he moves in a blur, too fast for me to react, and the next thing, he's strangling Brandon, who is lifted off the ground, his legs kicking as he struggles to break out of Brother's grasp.