Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

Either that or being a sparrow just made it difficult for him to ask them to follow. “Zarah!” The first ones on site are my parents and my brother. My brother uses his talent to dash towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders and inspecting me from head to toe. “If you are looking for injuries, you know I can heal myself, right?” My brother’s brow furrows before he pulls me in a hug, saying, “Not if you’re dead, idiot!” I was going to toss another funny remark until I noticed how my brother was shaking. This time, I keep my lips shut.

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

"I wasn't really involved but our three brothers is. I tried talking out to the police. But it didn't end well, so here we are!" "Our brothers? You guys clicked faster than a pro player in games. Wait for me there."

I ask worriedly. “You were right. Fucking right as always” he stammers. “I messed up big time. How the hell am I going to fix what I destroyed with my bare hands?” I feel the pain in his voice and it kills me. I love my brother more than anything. When he suffers, I suffer right along with him. I would do anything to take away his pain. His heartaches. But I know I can’t. Not really anyway. “Explain to me why you think you’ve messed up and where exactly have you messed up?”

For a second he didn’t say anything, just let the car move at a fast pace. Then he reached over, found my hand where it was curled against my thigh, and squeezed once. “Whatever it is, whatever they say in there,” he said quietly. “We’re still us sister. You and me against the whole stupid world. Same as always.” I turned my head just enough to see his face. My brother stared at the road as he drove, his hand holding mine. “Even if I’m broken?” My voice cracked on the last word. He huffed a small laugh. “Especially then. Broken things are my specialty. I’ve been fixing things for you since you were four. I doubt it’ll stop anytime soon.”

He is unloading the flower bundles from the delivery truck they just received. "Nothing" Eva tried to brush it off. But Matt is too attentive to let it go easily. He gently placed the red rose bundle on the table and walked towards his sister. Eva tried to hide her hand, but he already noticed the drop of blood that dripped from her finger onto the glass counter. "Sis, hiding your palm doesn't reduce the pain. Here, let me clean it up for you" he said, before retrieving a first aid kit from a drawer. Eva sighed and let her brother clean the wound, before dressing it up with a band-aid.

Obviously not interested in having this conversation. "JORDAN ALESSIA BLAIR!" she spelt out my full name and yeah, every kid knows what that means. I unwillingly brought myself to a complete halt with a sigh before I turned to face her again. "Mom come on... We are two adults bound to have misunderstandings." I pointed out. I mean...... Can't I get in fights with my Step bro in peace? "See? I told you so Honey. Siblings fight. It's normal" Fred chipped in from wherever it is he suddenly appeared from which was clearly not too far away for him to have heard anything of what I said.

I pleaded. "He was. He was our brother until he ruined everything with his own hands," Matteo let out, firm and resolute. "Now, all he is to us is an enemy that needs to be killed before he causes any more damage to anyone else." "He did not do anything! Stop trying to make fucking excuses. If you want his properties, then just take it. No one's going to say anything to you," I was desperate to save my dad. "Just admit that you two are so fucking greedy that you're willing to kill your own brother!"

"Ms. Shaw, there's no need to get worked up. Your brother does have a few redeeming qualities—at least he caught the subtext in what I said. Otherwise, you'd be even more pissed, right?" Brooke was done with Alexandra's sharp tongue. She wished that the latter would just stop talking, but every word she spoke hit right where it hurt. "Ms. Cooper, please. Don't try to comfort me!" Jared was this close to losing it. "Fine, then. Since you two are getting along so well, you can have fun chatting. I'm out of here!" Brooke's face turned steely with rage, but he didn't care how she felt. He stood up, scowling, and headed for the door.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.