Brotherly Love 2 Novels & Stories

She was eagerly waiting for him. Orlando cupped the side of her face and swiped his thumb on her cheek. He shook his head. "You're my sister, Ell. Fear isn't our thing. You've entered into a new chapter of your life. Embrace it, baby sister. You always got our back." He told her, though he didn't need to. Her jaw dropped. Her eldest brother has always taught her to fight and operate guns. Love and such words weren't his thing. "Are you in love, Brother?" She asked, squealing. Though, she had asked him before. But seeing him with a caring and loving partner made her merry for her brother.

I boldly pushed my chest out a little more and saw Joel's eyes flash down before coming up. "You don't love my brother?" he asked softly. "Actually, I might," I answered honestly. "But like a brother. He's irritating, treats women deplorably, and needs a swift kick in the balls at least once a week. Yes, I do love your brother." "Ick." "I love you more."

Loren smiled and walked towards my seat to sit beside but Victor interrupted. " I said come and sit beside me. I want to have some chats with you soon to be brother-in-law." Oh my God! Victor was exaggerating everything. I can notice the anger issues in both men's faces and tones. They were talking about sword fights, battles and wars. My brother declared how careful and loving he's for me. In counter strike for this Loren said how madly I am in love with him. Which made Victor glance at me . " Haha, brother it's not like that. Loren loves me too and I just love him more than he does... It's the mu..."

“You’re quiet over there.” He shook his head. “I’m more shocked. One that the man in those photos and videos is my brother. The second, is that Grandpa was right. That it does exist. I mean, I love Nicole. I thought love was love, though. Love, maybe, felt different to different people, but when you love there wasn’t different types within a life partner. But that…” Adrian gestured to the laptop. “…that is something else entirely. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

" Jeremy's eyes blurted out as he spoke, his breathing became louder than ever. With the rope tied around my wrist, I looked up at him, more blood oozing out of my mouth non stop. Immediately, I spat out blood and raised my gaze up at him, my eyes drugged deeply into his. "Yes, my brother will come for me, I am sure about this. '' I smirk watching his face.I know that I have ruined everything but that will never break our family bond, that will never quench the fire of love between siblings. This is something you can never experience or talk about, this is what they call pure Infinite love and I am sure about one thing, my brother won't give a shit neither will be think twice of slaying your

I stepped closer, holding his face to mine. "What did they do to you, Big Brother? You can tell me!" He pulled away from my grip, but I held it back again. "Those men...those men who shot you..." I stuttered, tears streaming down my face. "What did they do to you? Did they wipe your memories? How can you not remember me?!" "Enough!" He pushed me away. This time I wanted to fall to the floor, sob, and pull my hair. "My name is Kaleb!" He barked. "The next time you call me big brother I'd be kicking you out of this house!"

Love you. It took her only a minute when the dots already started bouncing on my screen, signaling she was typing a response. Bitch2: yeah, yeah. You will get your coffee. But I don't feel bad because first: it wasn't my story to tell, and second: for fucks sake woman you never got along! But I am glad you worked out your problems. After all, you still need to survive at least until your first paycheck. And unfortunately for you I love my brother just as much as I love you, so killing him is not an option. Gotta run now. Love you babes and behave!

He’s the calmest of all of us. "Do you still love my sister?" Andre asks. I look at my brother. He doesn’t say anything though. He’s been quiet. He gets like this sometimes. It’s better to leave him alone when he’s like this. I shake my head. “He doesn’t love her anymore. She came after his wife and baby, of course my brother doesn’t love anymore. all he feels is anger…” I tell him. Andre nods. “Good she doesn’t deserve any mercy. I’m ashamed we share the same DNA…” his grey eyes show nothing but anger.

He always loved showing up when I was in the worst mood, just to twist the knife. “Harry, heard your brother smacked you around again.” He leaned against the doorframe, coffee in hand, his eyes drifting over the hem of my sweatpants. “Mr. Maxwell’s still using the same old methods to keep his little brother in line, huh?” I snatched the coffee from his hand, the cup burning hot against my palm, and snorted. “What the hell do you know?” Leaning against the doorframe, I flicked my lighter. The cigarette lit, smoke curling as I blew a ring straight into his face. “Getting hit means he cares. Getting scolded means he loves me. I’m fine.”

“No…no, she wouldn’t...” “She already did!” I snapped, my patience gone. “The poison, the photos, the goddamn humiliation Andrea suffered, this all leads back to her. And if you keep turning a blind eye because she’s your sister, then you’re no better than she is.” His chest heaved, conflict tearing him apart. I could see it...the love for both his sisters battling with the truth he didn’t want to admit. Finally, he swallowed hard, his voice rough. “If what you’re saying is true… then I’ll handle her. Andrea means the world to me, I can't let anything or anyone harm my younger sister."