Brother Love Novels & Stories

His voice softened slightly, but the words still cut deep. "Love is about support and protection. Love is sacrifice — it’s doing whatever it takes to make the person you love happy, even if it means letting them go." Allison sat frozen, the words echoing in her ears. Her breathing slowed, and her gaze drifted downward, unable to meet his eyes. "And that," Christian added bitterly, "was what my late brother, Nathaniel, taught me." The mention of his brother's name struck her like a sharp slap. It wasn’t just the name - it was the way he said it. The weight behind it.

“You know I don't believe in love. Not anymore. I don't trust any woman either, except Mom, you and Tory.” I bit my lip at the bitterness in my brother's voice. I knew how he had been hurt in the past, and just like Tony, he buried the hurt inside until it festered for years. I patted his arm. “Adam, Tory has Tony.” My brother grimaced. “He does not deserve her.” There was a coldness in his tone, and my heart went out to him. He’s trying to be a superhero. “You are not Tory’s Superman, and she is not your Lois Lane.” I pointed out.

Love gestures toward the garden gate with a firm finger, standing protectively in front of me. Though grateful for the interruption because I don’t want to reveal my true identity to her, I smile and shake my head. “I’m not scared of him, Love,” I say with a smile that’s broader than I feel, wanting to show strength. Love sighs as though exhausted by the conversation. “My brother’s a silly idiot, but it’s not entirely his fault. He used to be different before he started dating that bitch of a girlfriend, Betty. She turned him into the fool you see now.” She shrugs, unbothered by her brother’s angry glare. Her bluntness leaves me both shocked and amused; she’s more of a princess than I am.

Not even my name? The wedding ceremony was short and secret. It was as if the Cross family avoided publicizing the marriage. There was no walking down the aisle, no tears, no flowers: Just me being surrounded by 10 members of the Cross family and Big Brother, who didn't even put any effort into dressing for the day. He still has the same black sweatshirts and joggers he wore the day before. He didn't look impressed with me. It made me want to cry. Big brother always looked at me with approval and admiration. I was his little pet that he protected even at the cost of his life. Now, he won't even say a word to me.

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How could it be so easy for him when I felt like I was living through an identity crisis? “Bro.” he said softly. “Hm?” “I love you.” I groaned dramatically. “Oh God. Do I need to write this in my diary now? Don't make this weird for the love of God." “It already is.” He stepped closer with a shrug and clasped a hand on my shoulder, no trace of amusement on his face. His grip tightened just enough that I looked at him. “We’re brothers.” I swallowed. “You know that, right?” “Yeah.”

, My Dad said. "Your credit card ", I asked sweetly. Usually my Dad would never give me but he knew I'd gotten him in a tight spot, he couldn't decline. He gave it to my and spoke death threats with his eyes and left. Then I turned to Jack. "I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother ".

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

My phone rang due to the incoming notification, I looked at it and it was him “ Love.” I looked at it over and over again to see if that was the only thing he sent. It was just there, nothing else. I sighed, burdened by my greedy thoughts. It came to me. “ Bianca, you can't have two brothers.” I scolded myself. Another message popped in, it wasn't given the same energy as before, instead it was given something higher than the previous. I squeaked as I peeked at the message, this time longer