Brother Sick Love Novels & Stories

"Money? Attention? Cynthia, you're actually pretending to have a terminal illness just to compete with Sarah for our affection? And you came to this kind of place to frighten us?" The angrier he got, the more his chest heaved violently, and suddenly, he raised his hand. Almost immediately, a loud slap struck hard across my left cheek. I was stunned by the blow. Clutching my burning cheek, my voice was barely audible as I said, "I'm not faking my illness." My second brother, Thomas, frowned and stepped forward. He glanced at the diagnosis report in my hand and let out a mocking laugh. "Pancreatic cancer? If you're going to make something up, at least pick a believable disease.

"Why did my brother ever fall in love with you!? There are so many women falling at his feet right now but still he chose you. He chose to risk his life just for a woman who doesn't care about him at all. You know what my brother use to say? My Ellie will return back to me. I knew she'd come back to me. That's what my brother always said. Because of you he completely shut down his heart. Because of you, he failed to understand how necessary it was for him to fall in love again. Because of you.. Because of you, he had turned down so many proposals, lost countless deals, turned down many women, women that cared about him, All. Because. Of. You. If you would just open up your heart to him. I kn

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

Instead, his voice was laced with accusation as he demanded, "Samantha Linden, when did you learn to use divorce as a threat? Can't you show a little more consideration for a sick person like Vivian?" For the past three years, it had always been the same. Even though I clearly hadn't gone overboard, Zachary would always jump to conclusions and assume that I was deliberately making things difficult for Vivian. I let out a chilly laugh. "A sick person? Zachary, take a good, hard look at her. Does she look anything like a sick person? Someone with real depression hides themselves away so that they can be sad in secret. They don't make a huge show about it or constantly get between a married cou

The bass hit me the second I walked in — loud, pulsing, drowning out my thoughts I texted Brandon, and he showed up within twenty minutes, loyal as always. We claimed a dark corner booth and started drinking. Hard. After a few shots, the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Bran… have you ever loved something that’s impossible to love? Like… a total taboo?” He stared into his glass for a long moment. “Yeah i have.” “What was it?” “Fell in love with my brother’s girlfriend once.” He laughed bitterly. “It hurts like hell,most days I drank myself to sleep just to forget.”

Lilac’s POV He turns slightly to me, his face in a frown like I was a tick he couldn't wait to crush. "Big brother!" I cried out again and lunged at him. "It can't be!" Tears streamed down my face, and I tied myself to his torso in a tight hug. "It can't be!" I hugged him tight, refusing to let go. My big brother! After all these years, I thought he was dead. I thought he was killed by those men!

a nurse asked. "How could that be possible? Don't speak of such nonsense. Look at the operating room light. The sister of the Boss is inside there. He only has one sister, and she's the one he loves the most. He has no other relatives!" a nurse replied. I watched as my body was pushed further away. I heard the conversation of the nurses clearly. 'Right. I'll never be someone my brother will miss. He won't care even if he knew I had died," I thought.

"Of course I do. You kissed me back. You like me." I froze. "Bullshit. I did not." He smirked. "Keep lying to yourself, but that won't change the fact." He suddenly scooped me up from the ground and strode toward our ward. Nurses and patients passing by shot us curious looks. I broke out in a cold sweat. "Put me down! Are you crazy?" "Relax. It's perfectly normal for a brother to carry his sick sister back to her room," he said impatiently. He set me down on the bed, locked the door behind him, then came back and kissed me hard.

“The night you disappeared? He was planning to come find you. He just didn’t get there in time. I know he hurt you, and honestly… maybe it’s okay if you make him hurt a little, too.” I raised an eyebrow at that, not sure if she was serious. She just smirked. “My brother loves you,” she said. “But he’s not used to emotions that hit this hard. When they do, he spirals. He says things he doesn’t mean—harsh, stupid things.” I replied, a little sarcastically, “So what, I should be grateful he only said the word ‘annulment’ to me? Is that what you’re getting at?”

I started, but I immediately stopped when I realized what I was about to say. "You couldn't stop yourself from falling in love with Ang?" he continued as if he had read my mind. "It doesn't matter anymore," I said, and he sighed. "It does matter, Miranda, because Ang loves you truly. This is the first time I've seen Ang so miserable," he added with sadness in his eyes. "That's not true, Anthony; he got heartbroken with Atilla before, remember?" "Maybe, but I don't think he was hurt that time as much as he is hurting now. I knew my brother so well to know that he was suffering," he said.