Brothers Conflict Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Is it possible that you don't have the money, Kevin? Why act like you're loaded if you don't have the cash? I'm definitely not footing the bill for the rooms!" "Didn't you say you had the money? Hurry it up! I'm still waiting for you to treat me to the trip!" Jacob faltered, his explanations trailing off as he struggled to deal with the situation. I wasn't sure what Dad told them, but he finally managed to get away from them and called me again. He sounded desperate as he hurried me along, yelling, "You insolent brat! What's taking so long?" I refused to play along this time. "I'd like to help you, but Jacob was supposed to be the one treating everyone during this trip, Dad. I, as his young

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

“Big brother? How could you so shamelessly say you’re my big brother? My house doesn’t welcome you. Get out now!” Clearly, there was a strong conflict between Ryan and Conley. This kind of conflict was very clear when the biological brothers could turn their backs to each other. Conley was not anxious, and he nonchalantly said, “All right, don’t just say such violent words as soon as we meet. After all, we are still biological brothers. Why are you acting like this? “I’m not going to beat around the bush. Let me speak to you honestly. I’m here today because I want to invite you to come and help me get rid of someone.”

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

I registered it as data and continued to watch. Mara told me, over our now-habitual morning coffee, that the brothers had been like this before their father died—close in the way of people who are genuinely different but genuinely need each other, the difference being the source of the need rather than its obstacle. That Marcus had used the difference to divide them, setting Dominic's control against Rafe's freedom, teaching them that their relationship was competitive rather than complementary. That grief and stress and the pressures of succession had compounded the damage. "They are finding their way back to what they were," she said. "Your arrival—" She paused, choosing her words. "Your a

“But I have to owe you an apology from my side as well. I am guessing that I crossed a limit that I shouldn’t have as well, and though I was right in what I said, I know that I could have done something to make things a lot easier for you as my brother. And for that, I am sorry.” He smiled and kissed her forehead once before the two of them walked down to look at me. I smiled and wrapped my arm around my mate, thankful for the fact that they at least managed to fix things between them. The fact that they were fighting was something that I found as normal, and though I didn’t ask for the reason, I knew not to interfere between siblings, I still didn’t like them being angry with one another. “

"Esme?" Noah called out. He heard everything Esme just told the guy. He came when that guy was trying to take her away forcefully. Before he could intervene and save her, she did it herself by using his brother's name. 'So it is true. Brother almost ruined the Wright's because Annalise Wright bullied Esme. I thought brother might marry Annalise. But brother choose Esme over his potential wife? What's happening here?' he wondered. Esme turned to face him looking shaken and scared. She used her brain to scare the guy off. But she looked scared.

I said, looking at them. “But he sneaked into your bedroom late at night and said that he would—” Archer brother paused and looked at others. “He said that he will kidnap you and take you away from us!!” He continues. “Now you tell me, if I have done something wrong!? We couldn't just stand there and hear him spouting nonsense about you!” He asked, looking at me. I mentally slapped my forehead at the stupid conflict between them. I know Aaron, he has definitely provoked them and my brothers couldn't bear it and beat him. Both parties are at fault, I can't blame one and let go of the other one.

"Back when our parents were killed in a hunter ambush, the Pack was drowning in debt. If you hadn't dropped out to work at a human restaurant so I could finish my management courses, the Shadow Pack would've been done for. "Meanwhile, Elina, that ungrateful traitor, ran off with the compensation money our parents left behind. All these years, other than begging us for money to pay off her gambling debts, has she ever cared whether the pack lived or died? "A leech like that doesn't deserve to be your sister. She doesn't even deserve to step foot inside Shadow Pack territory." My soul felt like it was being torn apart while I watched this scene unfold. So this was why. In Ethan's memory, Sara

The words they exchanged were sharp, cutting into each other's hearts, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed. Finally, exhausted by the relentless battle of words, Ryder and Ryker locked eyes once again. Their resolve was unyielding, their determination unwavering. They knew that words alone would not settle this dispute. It had to be settled physically. Without a word, they stepped towards each other, their fists clenched tightly. The air crackled with anticipation as the room fell into an eerie silence. The brothers were prepared to engage in a physical battle, to let their fists speak for them and determine once and for all who was the better brother.