Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

Write letters to our future selves. Watch trashy romantic comedies and cry for no reason. The day drifted like that. Warm and easy. My brothers (I refer to Henderson as my brother, he was such a warm cute little brother to me) they came by, dropped off books and awkward hugs. Well, most of the awkward hug came from Theo who acted a tiny little bit off, but well, he must just be shocked and still shaken about what had happened to me. Layla told them she was declaring herself my emotional support wife and no one objected.

With his remaining savings, he established a foundation to fight school bullying and domestic violence to help children like me who had once struggled in silence. They each sought redemption in their own way. I watched their efforts with cold eyes and didn't feel the least bit touched. They thought that such actions could repay the debt they owed me, and that they could let me rest in peace. Perhaps when I was alive, I would long for such familial love. But after they abandoned me and left me for dead, I no longer held a single shred of affection for them. A year later, on the anniversary of my death, my three brothers carried my urn back to the greenhouse. The greenhouse had been completely

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

I smoothed down the front of my blouse, adjusted my sunglasses, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t twisted into knots. This wasn’t just brunch. This was war. Because inside that mansion was Bruno — my ex, Adrian’s little brother, the boy who’d tossed me aside like I was nothing. He thought I’d cry, crumble, disappear. Instead, I was about to walk into his family’s house on the arm of the brother he never measured up to. If that didn’t rattle him, nothing would. The front doors opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there, immaculate as always, dressed in a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to show the strength of his forearms. His dark eyes flicked over me, unreadable.

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

“Are you the only one? And why are you here? To take over our world or something?” “I have four brothers that are here living a normal life on this planet, just like I am. My brothers and I are here due to a war that has nearly wiped out all my species in my world. We came here to survive and begin a new life. And to save our kind. Our planet is no longer habitable. As for taking over your world?” He scoffed at that, “No. no way. We have much respect for your planet.” “So, is this bonding and mating thing normal in your world?”

She introduced me while I clenched my teeth at the term she used in introducing me. I seriously didn't like being called her Brother. It made it sound like we were siblings and that is just plain weird and unacceptable but for the sake of the moment, I was willing to let it slide. "Jordan never told me she's got a brother" he defended in his response and I seriously was beginning to dislike him for no reason. Except that Jordan dislikes him too and that's just enough reason to dislike him also but in this case, i feel I didn't like him for my own different reasons which I couldn't point.

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.