Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

He said. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not the best sister but yet all of you still here with me. I ove you even though three of you always prank me but I still love you all. Thank you for being the best brother when I really need it." I said and smile. "GROUP HUG!" Niall said, of course, I am stuck in the middle but I am so happy this time for the first time. At least I got my brothers. ______________________________________________________________________________________________

"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.

Ilkay sounds torn between relief and disappointment, which is … concerning. I swear I have undivulged, lurking, murderous, psychopaths for brothers. “For now. They’re both in the car.” “Both?” A heavy sigh crackles over the line. “Turns out there’s one more Grimm.” Another look passes between my brothers, dense with secrets and testosterone. My stomach twists. Is he talking about HIM? “Long story,” Jackson adds. “Point is — we fixed it.” “And the snow was awesome, by the way,” Axel chimes in, loud and cheerful, drilling straight into my skull. Definitely on speaker.

And the brothers could not stop staring at each other. The family was falling apart in seconds.

The three brothers were all masters in makeup. After the night had fallen, the three brothers came to a suburban area and bought some paints before they began disguising themself. After about an hour later, the three brothers' makeup were all done. They looked at each other and felt that they did not recognize the person in front of them. The three brothers, who were so familiar with each other, were unable to recognize each other, let alone Marcus and his parents. They deliberately went to Shaw Residence beforehand and said to the guard standing outside the entrance, "I'm sorry. We have come a long way to pay our last respects. May I know if Old Master Shaw…"

I told him. “I know. But not yet. They’re still sleeping. Don’t worry, they’re being looked after. I’m Brody, by the way.” His smile seemed genuine. Brody. I recognized that name. But I didn’t know where from. “My brothers, Breton and Billy are looking after your friends.” Breton. Billy. “And Buick’s gone to fetch more medicine. Brad is trying to find you some clothes.” Buick. Brad. Those names. Brothers. “We didn’t mean to shoot you down,” he said sheepishly. “Well, we did. But it’s because, we thought….”

he says, making me smile again. “Have I told you lately how glad I am that you’re my brother?” “You don’t have to tell me. I know how awesome I am,” he says, making me laugh out loud. He grins. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh like that. It’s good to see you back to yourself, brother,” he says. “It’s good to be back.” “Mates are good at healing us. So, how do you intend to find The Prick, The Bitch, and The Dead Wolf Walking?”

"Get to the point!" Indeed, all brothers are the same, just with different personalities! ***

Well fuck…. “Thought you weren’t good at pep talks.” I said .. giving him a bro hug. “Oh alright …” Oliver said as he came over and got in on the hug too. We patted each others backs. “I love you guys..” Oliver said. I nodded. “Brothers.” I told them. “Brothers.” They both said as we did our three way fist bump we’d done since we were seven. “Ok enough mushy I’m gonna vomit” Frankie said and I grinned.

Well, I could contact the police from the capital. He was already shaking his head before I could finish speaking. "That won't help either." Then he paused. "No one would hear about our discussion tonight, right, Amber? He suddenly asked. "Of course." I rushed to say. Who could I possibly speak to? "Sometimes we run a sort of cleanup on family members that has pushed us beyond the limit." He offered casually. "By cleanup, do mean..." "Yes." He cut in. "I mean whatever you're thinking in your head, Amber. In the family, we see ourselves as brothers. But there's no value in having brothers that enjoy messing things up and hurting people."