Brother Loop Novels & Stories

My eyes move to the entrance where Beta Brake just walked through, seeing how messed up his facial expressions are, at this point, I couldn’t wish for Stacy and my cousin to have a happy ever after because I know someone will get hurt. I love all three of them, and I wish not to see any of them get hurt or maybe the goddess will do one of those impossible things possible to make everyone have a happy end, I hate to see those I love sad but too bad I had no power to do anything about it. I sighed inwardly when my gaze fell on my brother, he seemed lost acting all fine, he had been drowning himself with that whiskey like they were water. Everyone seemed to have a problem except Caldwell and Ri

“No wonder my sister calls you ‘Big Brother.’ You’re more reliable than us actual brothers.” If he had a choice, he wished every person his sister met along the way was like Uncle Monroe. But he knew better than anyone what she had endured. The couple in the mountains were worse than monsters. Now that his sister had returned home, if they couldn’t give her a life free of worry, they would be unworthy of calling themselves her brothers. After thinking for a moment, Benjamin opened a group chat named “Huluwa” (The Calabash Brothers). Inside, the conversation was lively.

“First it was Alliah, the person that character and very identity is the opposite of who she really is. Then she is followed by Emie, the person that wasn’t any of a significance in the current sixth loop, yet in this future, the last and the seventh loop. She is someone that is holding a key role of---” Stopping as he cuts himself, for he just realizes one thing that is a miss, and he miss at first. A one core fact that everyone has in this world and loop of seventh. He still didn’t get the chance to read and crack the words that describes the current two persons that was introduce. “I see.” With his signature sinister smile that he draws unto his face. He then asks. “Somehow, but I am not

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

Alit stood there, rendered speechless, unable to fathom the complex emotions swirling within him. "Even if you're the cause of my obsession," Aaron's words were a shout, a manifestation of his intense emotions. Mr. Alit was left flabbergasted, his attempt to comprehend the situation futile. "That doesn't mean you can engage in a relationship with your own brother," Mr. Alit tried to reason with the grown man before him. But Aaron's resolve remained unshaken. "He is my obsession... And that won't change. Do whatever you want," Aaron declared firmly before storming out of the room, leaving his father behind.

Iver and April had decided to have a talk with him when he comes back and Iver wanted to properly give him a genuine apology for all he had said to him. When he arrived however, he was being supported by Knox. They thought he was hurt at first but then, they realized he was just drunk, really drunk. The last time the two saw their brother drunk was when he was seventeen and had lost to an opponent in a wrestling match. He already had a few injuries before the match and so, he believed it wasn't fair and had asked for a re-match but he was thrown out. He had branched by a bar and gotten drunk, he was so drunk that he collapsed and slept off on the side of the road until a neighbour saw him an

“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.”

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.