Brotherly Moments Novels & Stories

"You deserve this. You deserve someone who makes you smile like that. I haven’t seen that smile in years. It’s cute" "Stop it." She laughed and just like that the moment passed. We talked about her day at work, her boyfriend, and this new restaurant she wanted us to try. I listened, laughed, and flowed with her energy, as I always do. She also talked about the small welcome party she was planning for her older brother who was finally moving back. She told me his brother was going to take over the family business and how excited her parents were about it. I nodded along, listening, asking questions, but none of it connected to the man who had just walked out of the bar. Why would it? That kin

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

I'm trying hard to control my anger but I found my self pinning him on the wall, I internally cussed the pain I'm feeling. "Do you really want to fight little brother? It won't be a fair one." I released him, he's really acting as nothing happened, I thought there was hope for him but I was wrong. "You killed Zach." He was our friend, he was family. "You must think I'm a bad person brother but I'm protecting us." I want to beat the shit out of him for those words, I can't even wrap my head around the events of today, I let this happen again.

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 brother you will be too" she smiled.

“A brother is someone who always has your back. Someone who sacrifices for you by giving you the last slice of pizza even when he wants it. He is someone who shares the last slice of pizza with you even when he is the first to take it because you both want to eat it.” “Like I said before, uncle Kyle is not related to me by blood but he is my brother because we always have each other’s back and we sacrifice for each other and share things between ourselves even when it is not comfortable to do so. Because we are brothers. That is what good brothers do. Do you understand?” Lloyd said calmly. As he spoke, the look on his face gradually changed from a stern one to a concerned one as he hoped in

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

He held out his hand. “But we need this in less than a week.” “A week? Come on Stanley.” “Final hearing is six days away, I really need this.” He looked at me, took a deep breath and said, “For brotherhood.” And then stretched his hand fir a shake. I took it, my hand steady. “For brotherhood.” The handshake lasted for some moments and the air between us was thickened with the understanding that once we started, there was no walking back.

Mom said. " Is it?? I would love to cook. " Sam said. " Will you?? I would love to eat. " Bhaiya said looking at her lovingly. " Call a doctor... She is a pathetic cook. I am telling you because you have been my best friend. " Rob said while grinning. " Have been?? Am I not your best friend now?? " Bhaiya asked. " You are my brother now. " Rob said and bhaiya looked happy now.

I pushed my body from the seat where I was resting before my hand fell on his shoulder. “You are not losing me and stop beating yourself up over what happened to Brittany, or what might happen to me in the future because it’s not your fault, you are the best brother every sister will ever want to, have, and even though I am not blood-related to you. You show me what it means to have a family…” he nodded inhaling loudly before his hand fell on my arm that was resting on his shoulder.

Brothers soon learn that love is the constant and anger is temporary, that this is the way real bonds are. With a brother on either side I was protected and protector. I never saw my brother become a giant until the day I needed protection. The doors of our great halls are open once more and the tables are filled with good bread and mead. The laughter rings, the aroma is sweet, a sense of onward victories to come is the gayest of ambience. We are happy. Roll on. With merriment and glowing smiles, with tales worthy of any bard, they tell the tales of your heroics along with those of fiction. That is great praise in deed.