Brothers In Arms Tv Series Novels & Stories

“After that scene inside… I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” I stepped closer to him. “I’m okay. Really.” That wasn’t entirely true, but I didn’t want to add more weight to what he was already carrying. He leaned against the car, crossing his arm. “You didn’t hear everything he said.” “I heard enough,” I replied softly. There was a pause. Then I said the words carefully. “Liam… Adrian is still your brother.” His head snapped up. “No.” The word was sharp. “He stopped being my brother a long time ago.”

Mary was convinced that there was more to these "brothers' than met the eye. Timothy squinted, recalling the man who picked Mia up in his helicopter, and the mysterious man who paid the hospital ten years' worth of hospital bills. Timothy still couldn't identify those men until now. Could they be Mia's "brothers"? Not one to let Mary insult her brothers, Mia barked, "Holly, take them away. If they make a scene, ask the security to call the police. Mary scowled, "Mia, you're an ungrateful daughter. You ought to be slapped!"

“But seriously, your brother couldn’t be the greatest guy in your life.” “You don’t know the things my brother did for me,” I said in a serious tone. I touched the scar on my right forearm. It reminded me of the time I ran away once, desperate to catch my parents’ attention. I hid in an old shed a mile away from home. Nobody came. Not even for hours. Only my brother, who knew exactly what I was thinking. He convinced me to come home. On our way out, a metal bar fell from the ceiling, slicing my arm and the skin on his back. We were both rushed to the emergency room and got stitches afterward. My parents never left his room. I had nannies looking out for me in mine.

"I've told you so many times not to call me that," Caleb warns Carly sternly. Carly is still grinning from ear to ear. "You are my twin brother and it's a reality you can't escape no matter how hard you try." "I'm only your brother because I didn't have a choice," Caleb spits. "I see you brought company." Carly finally acknowledges us. "Well, the more destruction the merrier." "Leave them out of this. Let Alasdair go and give them back their inventions, this is between us."

The slow, familiar rhythm somehow grounded me. “He’s my brother,” Roman said softly after a moment. His hand began to move slowly up and down my arm in a comforting motion.“Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle it.”He paused before continuing. “You don’t have to be scared or worried about anything. I’m here for you, Serena.”His voice was quiet but firm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” His fingers moved gently under my chin, lifting my face so I had to look at him.Our eyes met.The anger that had been there earlier was gone now, replaced with something calmer. “I promise,” he said softly.

Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers. They'd touched down on a private airbase run by the Russian military. After the end of the Cold War, the Brotherhood had created secret agreements with local military bases in every major country to have safe passage in and out of any region. The local military assumed that they were some kind of special forces, though the use of an American transport no doubt raised some eyebrows. The Brotherhood's true identity was only shared with top government officials, and sometimes not even then, depending on the country's stability. The last thing anyone wanted was for word of the supernatural to reach the general population.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

’ I reached out to my brother. ‘Whats up?’ He replied. ‘Am just going out. I need a fucking drink.’ He sounded angry. It did not surprise me he was heading out. If anything, I was surprised he wasn't already out. Though, I imagined the drama with Dad and the pack elders may have delayed his plans, and made his already bad mood so much worse. Maybe now wasn’t the best time… ‘Sorry. I didn’t think.’ I responded.

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.