Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

“Things are not looking good but it’s not that bad.” “Not that bad?” I snorted, my voice echoing across the room. “Don’t fuck with me, brother!” My chosen brother had travelled all the way down from Russia at my request so we could strategize and cut the snake’s head once and for all. He chuckled nervously, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, fine it’s bad. But it’s something we can still fix.” “Of course,” I said, leaning back in my chair exhaling slowly. “My major concern is that bastard pulling these strings.”

Jack starts as he looks over at me with a sense of disgust. "How do I know you didn't just get done cheating on me then? How do I know you didn't just get finished slutting yourself out because you thought I slept with Hazel?" Jack questions harshly as he takes more steps towards me, having my back hit the dresser. (A/N : In stepbrother , whenever Jack would entertain or get with some girl; Amber would then retaliate by trying to get with someone else. )

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

I don’t know much about furniture repair, but I definitely want to watch them work—and be there to lend a hand in the very unlikely chance that the three of them need it. Just as I suspected, they don’t. With the three men working together, Operation Fix the Bed goes off without a hitch, and they have the bed looking like it’s in tip top shape again in less than thirty minutes. “That ought to do it,” Luke says, crossing his arms over his broad chest and looking down at the bed with satisfaction. “Should hold just fine.” “For another few rounds, at least,” Benedict adds with a heated smirk, winking at me in a way that makes me blush deeply.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Then I looked at my brother. "It's really starting, isn't it?" I said quietly. "The final war." "Yeah," Elijah agreed. "And we're on the losing side." "Since when have we ever been on the winning side?" I asked with dark humor. "Fair point." We sat in silence for a moment, two brothers who'd failed their mate, now trying desperately to save her from herself and from the forces that wanted to control her. "Karl?" Elijah said quietly. "Yeah?" "Do you really think we can fix this? Fix her? Fix us?"

It burns on the way down, but it's better than the tension sitting in my chest. Pulling out one of my burners, I start typing. Me: Still don't have the target, but I did get a few leads. I'll put some brothers on them tonight. Me: How's my sister? A minute later, Niko replies. Niko: Not good right now. She's been crying a lot. Refusing to eat. Niko: But we've got a game plan to fix it. Good. They better. There's four of them now—if you count War. And I do. Because whether I trust the Serpents or not, he's useful.

My mother and I were the last to leave the boardroom. "You did well. But you've got to do much better, son. You know your brother..." she says but I cut her off before she could complete her statement. "I know. Rollins can't be here. And I've got to fill in his shoes and try to be good at this business just my like big brother. I get it, honestly. I do mum. You don't have to keep reminding me all the time. " With that, I left the room, angry.

no way in hell was risking losing them again. I sent out a mass text to my brothers and explained everything as briefly as possible. within minutes they all agreed to help me get rid of crazy bitch. I texted Alexander's brothers as well. they alsonagrred to help get rid of her. we all agreed to keep it a secret from Alexander. I didn't want him worrying or trying to stop us, plus the last thing I needed was him to be more stressed out about his past.