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he said, his voice filled with mock innocence. "Shut up! It's not what you think," he muttered, avoiding his brother's gaze. Zahir scowled, his embarrassment turning into frustration. "And what do you think I think?" Zian prodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. In a swift move, Zahir tackled his brother onto the bed, their laughter mingling in the air. The two brothers grappled playfully, their movements fueled by years of petty sibling rivalry and camaraderie.

Listening to the story while imagining what's going on that day in her mind. "Victor reassured his little brother that he shouldn't care what comes out of the mouth of a lowly Rogue. But Xander was already too angry. He was the brother who always became explosive" "Victor said that to Xander?" Violet was a little disbelieving. She knew that they were brothers, but still. Imagining that they were once together as normal siblings were hard. "Victor is a more calm and controlled brother. But that doesn't mean he never gets angry. No one knows when Victor will get angry, he never tells what he feels to anyone even his family"

Xander felt a surge of rage, and he threw himself at his brother, knocking them both to the ground. The brothers struggled on the floor, their bodies locked in a battle of strength and determination. Xander's rage fueled him, and he was able to get the upper hand, pinning Fred to the ground. But Fred was quick and agile, and he managed to slip out of his brother's grasp. The two of them rolled across the floor, each one trying to gain the advantage. The struggle was fierce, and neither brother was willing to give in.

After a while, he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He said sitting up. In came Emilio Rivera, his best friend and the one that was to be beta when he became alpha. Emilio was also talk, but not as tall as Rodriguez. He had blond hair that had been swept back and brown eyes. Him and Rodriguez had been friends for a long time and this also made them partners in crime.

Their souls were bound, meant for each other. Despite their flaws and the obstacles they had faced, they overcame everything and remained inseparable. MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND. * * * THE END. Thanks for reading! Please check out my other books; you're going to love them. Much love, dear readers!

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

If we keep on, they’ll both be drinking their fourth. “If you say so,” Adam says, obviously having no qualms about playing for as long as possible. “Isaac is right,” Ben says, sliding his phone into his pocket and leaning back on the couch. He shuts his eyes and rests his forearm on his forehead. “We’ll get them another day, Ash.” “Don’t be a pussy,” Ashton tells his brother. “I’m pretty sure I’m not the one being a pussy in this situation,” Ben mumbles. “What?” Ashton demands, his voice on edge.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”