Brotherhood Ff Novels & Stories

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.

I lowered my head and gave a faint reply, “Okay.” Soon, we arrived back at the Fraser family ancestral mansion. The living room was brightly lit. My brother and sister-in-law were busy playing video games, enjoying the time of their lives. My father's face turned pale for a moment. My father kicked over the coffee table in front of them, sending teacups shattering all over the floor. “You bastard! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you spread rumors that your sister is an illegitimate daughter!” Yet, the two of them acted as if it was none of their business. They just kept operating their phones with calmness.

Sloane called that night. "Heard about the letter," she said. "Are you okay?" "Define okay." "I'm coming over." "Don't. It's not safe." "Don't care. I'll be there in twenty." She hung up before I could argue. Sloane arrived with takeout and a bottle of wine. "You look like crap," she said. "Thanks." She sat down and poured us both glasses. "So," she said. "My brother showed up in a panic and left with his security team. Any idea what that's about?"

BROTHERS AT WAR ( Love conquers) Chapter one ~ FLASHBACK~ 16 years old Logan and Landon were playing in the basketball court happily. Logan was more happy cos he was playing as a team with his brother against another. The school and everyone knew these twins to be inseparable... but yes they've got haters not just for being the most popular student but being the most wealthiest. Their parents happens to be influential and a successful multinational company CEO and both children know how much they get each month for allowance.

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.

he said, too fast, too defensive. But his fingers were already at his sleeve, pulling the fabric up his forearm. There it was. Identical to my vision—sharp black lines forming a tree, its branches reaching up while roots curled downward, wrapping around his skin. "I don't understand," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes from the ink. "I'm not the only one with this tattoo." Darragh's voice dropped lower. "It's part of the Brotherhood of Fir. A group that formed in the academy, started by the Alpha King's son. Kind of like a fraternity. Symbol of loyalty. Trust. All that garbage."

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

As we embarked on this adventure, a powerful bond formed among us, igniting a collective passion and determination for a future that would be both harmonious and sustainable. "Brother," I whispered, my sleek, wolf-like body gliding against his, a tender touch that spoke volumes of our unbreakable bond. "Let us press on, in our dedication, as we traverse this path. We must stay ever watchful in our sacred duty, for the world still craves our unwavering protection."