Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

"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

“I, Robert James Thomas, hereby bless thee with a long life, full of prosperity and love, with the knowledge to care for thy family, from now until forever, until death does thy part and the years after.” Brian stopped and then linked arms with his brothers. “We remove thy curse, placed upon the young ones, for you have restored love and peace to our home.” The crowd gasped as the three brothers fell to their knees and came up gasping for air. “God that was horrible.” Luke coughed. “They never make things easy do they?” James muttered and then the three brothers helped each other up to stare at a very pale crowd. Brian felt a hand on his shoulder and when he turned around he found Jerry grin

"Yes, everything is cool." "Okay, but I'm totally sensing something is off. So, if ever something is really going on, I'm sure that the two of you can sort it out. You guys are like brothers. And, like brothers, you will always find a way to fix things between the two of you. That's what brothers do. You will always forgive each other, understand each other, and love each other." Nolan's words hit deep. I know that what he said was true. Chris is like a brother to me. We've had some differences, but we always mend things between us.

, he suggested, “Brothers”, Alec corrected.

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.”

"We made mistakes. Both of us. I was too controlling, you were too reckless. I didn't listen, you didn't communicate. We hurt each other." "But we fixed it." "We fixed it," Roman confirmed. "Not perfectly. Not without scars. But we fixed it." Damian looked back at the gathering—at the life they'd built, the family they'd preserved, the future they'd created. "Thank you for not giving up on me." Roman smiled. "That's what brothers do." "Even when it's hard?" "Especially when it's hard."

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

The four brothers watched Briana and our children like hawks. “I want my family back. I intend to do everything in my power to fix the mess I created.” I also made a promise to myself to confront Britney about this. Flint shook his head. “Well, you can start crawling and begging.” He advised. We glared at each other like opponents from a match, ready to cut down the other’s throats. “What is happening here?” Charles, the eldest of the Ford brothers, walked in on us, breaking the tension in the air.