Brothers Want Me Back Novels & Stories

" work punk!,youre finally back,where the hell have you been? Know what we not gon talk on the phone about this, i'll meet you at mama's house coz I sure as wanna se ever killing that black ass of yours lol!" " still an evil child I see,aight i'll be by mama on Friday now I'm on my way to make shit right with my baby mama" " almost forgot your ass got a kid now which is why mama wanna ki you (kikiki) but still though good luck -i gotta go bye!" I said then hang up My brother's back, after the whole. Year of disappearing on us for what reason, we don't know! And then there's this issue with Junaid, i really hope Alexa isn't handing his case coz she would have told me about it.

Jonah looked at me and said, “That's the big brother I knew once before. Welcome back bro" I glared at him and said I'm sorry I haven't been the best big brother in the past year but I will make it up to you Jonah. After I dropped Jonah off, I went back to my campsite and called Crystal. She answered and said, “What do you want Brooks?" I said can we talk please? She sighed and said, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?” I said you. She said,

He grinned. “No, let me finish." He said. “Brother would call me to ask about everyone else, every single person and he would miss your name and if I asked him about it? He would tell me that you were his past" His words caused an ache I couldn't explain. “And now he's come back and he wants all of it back? He'll never get it. Tell him that, I'll never let him. This" he gestured around him and then pointed to himself, “Is all mine, not his or yours"

"When's the last time you ate something? Really ate, not just coffee and cigarettes." "Christ, you sound like a babushka." I take the turn toward the construction site too sharply, tires squealing against asphalt. "I don't need you monitoring my fucking meals." "You're falling apart, bratan." The words hit too close to home, so I lash out. "I'm handling my business. The site's on schedule, the books are clean, and nobody's dead who shouldn't be. What more do you want?" "I want my brother back. Not this ghost who's been walking around for the past week."

I insisted as he kept his lips sealed. "So you can feel the pleasure of seeing me miserable?" He growled, narrowing his eyes at me. I took a step back in fear and watched his face blankly. What happened? I've no idea what went wrong, but that was not the right way to behave like that with me. When have I ever taken pleasure in his misery? And what would I get out of it? "I won't ask you again, but I will want my brother back," I stated again, I wasn't leaving without him.

Or maybe nothing will, because I can’t seem to stop myself. Is it so bad to want to run back to my brother? To be in his space, his arms, and his life again? Every nerve in my body screams that it’s wrong, that I’m pathetic and obsessed, but I don’t care. I don’t care about dignity or pride right now.

Abe's pov There came a point when regret stopped being enough. I'd spent weeks replaying memories. Weeks wondering what would've happened if I'd loved Diane better. Weeks apologizing to myself instead of doing something about it. I was done. If there was even the smallest chance of getting her back... I was going to take it. Not by forcing her. Not by manipulating her. But by showing her the man I should've been all along. I was late arriving at the joint office that Monday morning.

" I wanted to refuse but couldn't bring myself to say the words. Deep down, I guess I still held onto a sliver of hope. After all these years, I just couldn't forget that Christmas Eve. My three brothers doting on me, tickets booked, promising to take me to see the Northern Lights. Our eyes full of anticipation for the future. That night, before our parents died, before Sarah moved in, when my brothers still cared about me. That night was the last evening of happiness I'd known in over a decade. I could never forget that promise. It wasn't really about Alaska or even seeing the Northern Lights. I just missed the days when I had parents and brothers who loved me. Daniel, noticing my silence,

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

His breath brushed my cheek. “Just help me, Samantha... Help us… Make her believe in the R. Kline project. Once we get the money… your sister will be healed. I’ll sponsor the surgery. I’ll get you an even better ring. We can go far away. Start over. Another life.” His grip tightened. Fingers pressed into the soft skin above my wrists. My ears rang. How the heck did he know about my sister? Has he been eavesdropping on me? But I had more pressing things to talk about.