Brothers Regret After I Left Novels & Stories

It never was with him. Nachos, my brother stood framed in the doorway, tall and impossible in the light. His face was both amused and solemn, the look an alpha mate would have if he caught me dismantling one of his prized sculptures. He didn’t speak immediately. He watched me for a moment, letting the atmosphere settle. “You stink of violence,” he finally said, voice low. Always matter-of-fact. “And need.” I glared at him. “Is it that obvious?” He stepped inside and closed the door. “You left her and let her go. And now you’re living in your own walls of regret, who is to blame?” He smirked.

Noah yelled in terror. But Caleb was changing too. His golden eyes were completely overtaken by red as his sanity shattered under the weight of his grief and regret. “Freya…” he whimpered in broken sobs, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” And then, he too, shifted into his beast form. Noah looked at his two brothers, then at the box of ashes on the ground. An overwhelming wave of grief drowned him. He remembered a little Freya, always trailing behind them, shyly calling out, “Brother.”

I only felt exhausted and a sense of relief. 'Ethan, I don't hate you anymore, but I don't want to be your sister anymore either.' As the coffin slid into the river, my soul began to fade. Ethan suddenly looked up and reached desperately for the fading sparks of light. "Elina, don't go. Can you please forgive me?" I looked at him, shook my head gently, and dissolved into countless sparks of light. After the funeral ended, the crowd dispersed. Ethan remained alone by the river. Mark, who still hadn't recovered from his severe injuries, was carried over on a stretcher. Ethan placed the staff that represented authority into his hands.

I scoffed, “And you won. I did all you asked of me, but my brother still lost his arm.” Cold silence followed, and the warmth disappeared instantly. I saw it happen, saw his face harden, saw the guilt, saw the regret. “Fina.” His voice dropped. Like he was handling something fragile. But I couldn’t stay, not right now, so I turned, and walked away. Leaving him standing there alone. Still carrying the weight of what had happened. And today's merely happiness hurt a little.

“I was never good at being your brother, Pearl. Not even back then. Every time you dated some idiot, every time you smiled at another guy, it fucked me up. I told myself it was protective. But it wasn’t. Not really.” My heart began to beat faster. “When did you know? Like, really know?” He exhaled. “The night before you left for New York. You hugged me goodbye at the clubhouse and I held on a second too long. You smelled like vanilla and trouble, and I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and lock you in my room. Instead I let you go. Biggest regret of my life.” I swallowed. “I ran because of that hug. Because when you held me, I didn’t want you to let go. And that terrified me. You were my

I set it gently back on the long table, next to the yellowed adoption certificate. I spoke the way you read out a verdict you'd already written. "Christopher. You don't owe me an apology. You owe one to the five-year-old who held on to her mother's skirt and cried, begging her to keep you and call you her brother." "That little girl had no idea what she was bringing home. Today, she finally knows." "From now on, we go our separate ways." I stood up. I walked out without looking back. The bodyguards closed the doors behind me. They came down with a single heavy thump.

"I know my son failed you." "And I'm ashamed of that." Ryan looked down. "But I've watched him these past months." "He's trying." "He truly is." My brother folded his arms. "Trying now." "When it's almost too late." Emma, Ryan's younger sister, finally spoke. "I've never seen my brother cry before." Everyone looked at her. "I have now." "He isn't pretending." "He knows what he lost." Daniel shook his head. "Regret is easy after the damage is done."

"I'm sorry, I didn't bump into you, did I?" "I'm sturdy, you can't break me. But you should be careful not to hurt yourself," said the person who helped me, Willam Rodriguez, Bryce's younger brother. He was a playboy who flirted with any woman, from eight-year-olds to eighty-year-olds. I was used to it by now. Just as I was about to speak, I heard a cold snort from behind me. "Hmph, a hen that can't lay eggs, and yet my second brother is groveling at your feet. If my eldest brother finds out, he'll teach you a lesson."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself, but I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think, but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my comp

Julian stayed by the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame, his arms crossed tight over his blood-stained chest. Leo sank into the chair by the bedside, never letting go of Antonio's hand. He leaned his forehead against the edge of the mattress, his shoulders finally shaking as the silent tears turned into heavy, muffled sobs. “I told you not to get married, you idiot,” Leo whispered into the sheets, his voice cracking into a million pieces. “I told you to stay with me. I didn't tell you to do this.” Julian swallowed the lump of bile in his throat. He looked at his brother's pale face, then at Leo’s broken form, realizing the wreckage they had all built together. And that was when