Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

Not now, not ever. As the brothers stood together, their bond stronger than ever, they knew they were ready for whatever came next. They were the Hawthorne princes, and they would protect their territory at all costs.

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.

“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.

I was supposed to be free of my brother and his psychotic best friend for the best years of my life but they are just a building away. The two of them are inseparable, although they don’t like when I make jokes that they should just marry each other because their bromance is ridiculous. But, even though Kane drives me insane and he’s the reason my index finger doesn’t bend all the way, I still care about him. He stayed with us all the time after he and Landon became best friends. I remember he showed up one night when he was around 15, he was covered in blood and crying. I’d never seen Kane cry before, but after that he came to live with us. I don’t know the extent of his home life and I nev

We barely make it into the car before I snap. “What the hell was that?” The words come out sharp, unfiltered. Shaun glances at me, completely unfazed. “Yeah… sorry about that. Seems like my brother had a little too much to drink.” God. He’s still playing dumb. “Oh, shut up,” I bite back instantly. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Now’s the moment. No blaring music to drown me out. No distractions.

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.