Brothers At Arms Novels & Stories

Not a roadside quarrel with a sharp-tongued stranger who looked at him as though he were beneath her notice. Shaking his head, he moved toward the bathroom. Yet even as the water ran, one thought refused to leave him: If that was truly Rosey… then fate had a cruel sense of humor. Rosey’s POV She had never seen her brothers in person. Only photographs. And even in those, their faces had been distant formal smiles frozen in frames, taken years ago. It was difficult to recognize someone from pictures alone. So when she saw him by the roadside earlier that day, she hadn’t thought twice. He looked like any other stranger.

"Time's up." The spotlights went dark, and a professional silence fell over the construction site. They were coming. "Brothers in arms?" Adrian asked. I nodded. "Brothers in arms." And then the war began.

The slow, familiar rhythm somehow grounded me. “He’s my brother,” Roman said softly after a moment. His hand began to move slowly up and down my arm in a comforting motion.“Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle it.”He paused before continuing. “You don’t have to be scared or worried about anything. I’m here for you, Serena.”His voice was quiet but firm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” His fingers moved gently under my chin, lifting my face so I had to look at him.Our eyes met.The anger that had been there earlier was gone now, replaced with something calmer. “I promise,” he said softly.

My first instinct was to hide, to run for the stairs, but, even before I could move, Rowan, Austin’s older brother and rival, stepped out of his room. “Shit, I forgot, he’s here too!” I mumbled to myself before I scrambled to my feet, desperate not to let him catch me like this. Then, I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and as if I didn’t see him, I tried to brush past him. But of course, he wouldn’t let me—not when his hand closed around my arm, stopping me in place. “What happened?” he asked, his deep voice making me tense up, just like it always did.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Now, however, she wanted to slap him silly. Just as she'd expected, Alexandra fired right back. She continued, "People are different, though. My friend's brother may argue with her, but that's only in private. When they're outside, my friend is the boss. He doesn't dare defy her at all, and he's super in-tune with her feelings. That's the kind of brother worth having, right, Ms. Shaw?" Brooke had seen it coming, but it still stung. It was true; she couldn't argue. Jared had completely ignored how she and Horace felt in a setting like this. He was beyond disobedient.

Draven stood at the front, dark eyes locked directly onto me the second I appeared and everything went silent. Cassian reached me seconds later and his hand grabbed my arm instantly but I pulled free. Then slowly…I walked forward. Right between both armies.

“I just can't stand you giving the company to her. I am the eldest son of the Fraser family. “How am I supposed to hold my head up in our social circle in the future?” “You…” My father's voice cut off sharply and the rest of his words were forced back, down his throat. I went back to my room, opened my social media app and saw that Daniel had updated a new status on his personal account. “Some things aren't convenient to talk about too much. Those who understand will understand. “Thank you for your concern, everyone. I will stay strong.” The comments surpassed ten thousand within three minutes. “Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!”

my brother's only arm wrapped tightly around my waist. With my breath caught in my throat, I watched as Atticus exploded into a large gray wolf, almost as immense as Noah, and charged toward the enemy wolf that was sinking its fangs into nearly every young soldier who tried to attack it. And, in the instant when it was just Louis, me, and all the other pack members running around us toward safety, I tried to break free from my brother's arm.

I placed my phone on the bedside table and covered my face with both palms. My boys. What had happened to my family? I had spent years watching Ethan and Damian grow apart, hoping that one day they would realise that they were still brothers, not lifelong enemies. But things had only gotten worse. And now, they were both lying in hospital beds because of another terrible brawl. I quickly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I needed to see my children. By the time I arrived at the hospital, the sun had begun to rise. I walked through the reception, exchanging greetings with the nurses before heading over to the private section to see my sons.