Brother Scan Novels & Stories

"I am your brother's wife!" She said squeezing his hand which held her jaw tightly, Serena intended to removed his touch off her but she was failing. Failing miserably. The more she struggled, the more aggressive he was becoming! "Stop saying that, you don't mean it!" Christopher warned with his voice dark and raspy as she hissed this time, her eyes cried two tears of pain and fear both as Christopher’s heart too burnt at the scene of her. She was one woman who made him insane. "I am done waiting for my brother to throw you away to get you, seems like that bastard won't do shit so I have to snatch you away from him!"

that was what I was busy thinking at that moment cause I felt like rewinding time back the moment I stepped into the school gates with a time machine so I could stay clear from the path Brenna stayed waiting for me. "Not my so called brother, he is my brother okay" I had to at least make that known before commencing with any other thing, " sure he is but he did look way more than a brother yesterday" Brenna just always had a way of provoking me to defence mode and in the process I would always end up spilling out all the private knowledge I kept at bay.

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

His expression changed immediately, shifting from controlled anger to concern. "Chloe." I walked inside. "I'm sorry." He came toward me. "You have nothing to apologize for." One of the board members gave a bitter laugh. "That's debatable." Adrian turned toward him without releasing my hand. "What exactly are you suggesting?" The man placed his phone on the table with deliberate slowness. "That this company is being dragged into a scandal because the CEO can't separate his personal interests from his professional responsibilities." I stared at the photograph again. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to stop existing in this moment.

"I missed you!!” He smiled, nodding. “Who's the dude?", He asked, shooting Tyler a nasty glare. I pulled him to the bed where Tyler sat. “Tyler, meet my brother, Scorpio. Scorpio, meet my dear fiance, Tyler.” I introduced them to each other. They took each other's hands, shaking. Scorpio settled in the armchair in front of the bed, digging into his breast pocket. He brought out a flashdrive and handed it to me. “What for?" I asked, reaching for my laptop on the nightstand.

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 your brother? Tell him to come o

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

“So you've never met his brother at all, not even in a photograph?” "Oh, hang on." Her fingers flew over her phone. "He showed me some old family photos earlier. Let me send you... there!" My phone pinged with an incoming image. It showed what was clearly a college graduation - Morton in his cap and gown, standing next to a slightly younger man with the same strong jawline and confident bearing. Something about the brother's face tugged at my memory. "Scar..." I sat up straighter, dislodging Gas who huffed in protest. "Does he look familiar to you?"

Brie fumbled for the lock and glanced around the room urgently, scanning for a chair or heavy object. Her brother gripped onto a table on the other side of the room, tilting his head to motion Brie to help him. Together, they pushed it into the door just in time, scraping it across the floor as a loud slam came from the other side of the door. As Brie had a second to focus, she looked around the room to realize it was the surveillance room. With their luck, there seemed to be electricity running. The lights were on and computers were showing what seemed to be live footage around the whole shop.