Brother Novels & Stories

20th January 2022 I have been staring at my diary for days because I couldn't put anything down no matter how much I tried. I felt empty whenever I read about my brothers death.it was as if I was refreshing my memory because I did not ever want to forget the hurt and betrayal. Why didn't he take me with them?why did Olson leave me in this cruel world alone. My brother was a herbalist just like my father.of course he grew up near a big forest and always explored the natural plants and turning them into medicine.he would experiment on animals and I think that what how he discovered the killer posion plant.

I muttered under my breath, rubbing my face. I should’ve stayed, I should've waited until she woke up. But now she was gone, and I didn't even ask for her name. Idiot. I exhaled sharply and checked the time. My brother’s wedding was today and time was not on my side. I picked up my phone, quickly getting dressed, I adjusted my tie, straightened my cuffs, and checked my watch. It was already late morning hours. I typed out a quick message to Alex. "Hey man, meet you up shortly."

Me: leave me the fuck alone TBROTHER:why when you can't Even stand up for yourself why should I leave you alone huh.?, Me: I'm not related to you so fucke off. TBROTHER: wrong we are related brother in law you're my sisters man forget that.? Me: You took my woman what's wrong with you,.? TBROTHER: no I didn't she was available and made for me so i took what's mine heard that.? Me: she's mine dammit if I can't get her no one else will.

Now, however, she wanted to slap him silly. Just as she'd expected, Alexandra fired right back. She continued, "People are different, though. My friend's brother may argue with her, but that's only in private. When they're outside, my friend is the boss. He doesn't dare defy her at all, and he's super in-tune with her feelings. That's the kind of brother worth having, right, Ms. Shaw?" Brooke had seen it coming, but it still stung. It was true; she couldn't argue. Jared had completely ignored how she and Horace felt in a setting like this. He was beyond disobedient.

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

Ten years, and I still flinch not knowing which version of him is about to show up. It wasn’t always like this. Ten years earlier. “Alexandra, I wanna go home,” I whined, dragging my feet as he tossed a football from hand to hand, the late sun turning the grass gold at the edges. “Sasha, chill. I told the new kid I’d meet him here to throw the ball around,” my twin brother said, his brown eyes locked on the field like he was already in the NFL. He sighed, dug in his pocket, and tossed me a granola bar. “Here. Peanut butter. Your favorite.”

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.

He raised his eyebrow to look at her, fighting to keep his thumping heart steady and to control his nervousness. Courtney looked at his expression, he wasn't shocked and he didn't get angry and ask her why she will think something like that, he looked so composed and even treated her question nonchalantly, she let out a sigh and looked away from him, maybe she is wrong, maybe it's not the way she thought, maybe he just really love her as his sister as everybody else believes, maybe she is just over thinking things, after all, how can a brother love his sister intimately? "You are right, if you don't love her, I wonder the kind of broth