Novel & Cerita Craving The Wrong Brother

My brother who I thought was angry with me because I left them with our horrible parents, only thinking of myself. My brother who I feel like wasn’t that angry at me anymore because he just spent precious hours of his day finding what I was craving for. He didn’t have a car like Markus, he had to walk there. His phone died, he probably asked the cashiers and sales people just what was good. Then his eyes fall on the box at the countertop. Something flashed on his face, but he didn’t say anything at first. Like he was disappointed in himself. He looks down at the chips he had and shakes his head, “I got the wrong flavor, didn’t I?”

I said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air. Her eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean… you don’t like him?” Her voice lowered, almost intimate, leaning in closer without realizing it. I glanced at her, catching the subtle flush on her cheeks. “It’s complicated, you won't understand. I don't really hate him, l just despise his character.” “I want to understand.” She pouted her mouth. “He’s not really my brother,” I said finally, and I saw her blink, confused. “Step-brother. We don’t share a mother. I’ve never really been part of their life the way… normal brothers are.”

- I mumbled trying to control. We went up with just the sound of our steps on the stairs echoing through the old walls, I opened the floor door making sure no one was putting them inside the apartment. Leaving the child sitting on the mother's lap, I walked to the other side wanting to burn my throat with alcohol, resigning myself to the bottle of water to finally notice the details of the apartment. A little better maintained than the other with red brick walls and simple furniture. I sat on a stool, resting my hands on the counter to hold my face and organize my frantic thoughts, trying to control the darkness and the animal craving blood, feeling the taste of revenge seeping into every on

“Don't call yourself stupid because you're not. I understand that the reason you're doing this was because you ended up loving the wrong man. As your brother, it's quite unfortunate to see my sister go head over heels for a man who isn't worth it.” “Come on, brother, what are you saying now? You should be able to tell just how many women are dying to be by Drake's side.” “You are not them. You are the daughter of an alpha, and your brother is also an alpha. You shouldn't be lacking in anything as it is. I know just how many men come to me just for you. Have you ever considered these men?” “Hell no, brother. You are not thinking that I would be considering these men, or are you?”

“I watched as my brother was praised as a strong leader, saw his success, his victory in battles. I saw as he brought stability and peace to, not only this pack, but to an entire nation that had previously been divided by war for almost a century. And when he was finished, his work finally done… I found myself happy. Not for his accomplishments or his triumphs No, I was happy… because his mate then fell into a coma… and eventually died. It was due to his actions that ultimately led to her demise, reminding the world that the perfect man did in fact have flaws. And it was on that day I realised I could carve my own destiny, my own future. I could… create my own pack. One where I would be the

It wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. My brothers seemed okay with allowing our oldest brother to become the next Alpha, but I wasn’t. I wanted more than just being the brother of the Alpha or the uncle to the Alpha. I wanted the position. I wanted the fame, the acknowledgment, the reverence—I wanted it all. Conventionally, a fourth son shouldn’t crave the position of an Alpha. It was against the rules of heaven, the will of the Moon Goddess, and the ways of the people. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I wanted the position so badly that I was willing to do whatever it took to have it within my grasp.

"Although you're obviously such a slut that obeying your brother gets you horny." "Fuck you," she snapped, as she pumped the cucumber in and out, frustrated that it was indeed turning her on. "Soon," he promised, foreshadowing his end game...which had nearly arrived. "You plan to fuck me?" She accidentally moaned, frustrated she couldn't control herself and mortified that her loser brother was in control. "Once you beg me to," he answered, amused that the drug was obviously working perfectly. "When hell freezes over," she snapped, still not catching onto her predicament.

"Was the company not enough? Did you have to take my soul, too?" The realization that my own brother had been the one in that photo that he had been the one forcing Aria to submit while I was upstairs sleeping, the one who orchestrated the kidnapping to get Project Apex—was a knife that wouldn't stop twisting. He hadn't just wanted the company. He wanted to steal every piece of my soul, to break the woman I loved and make me watch. It wasn't about the power; it was about the humiliation. That's the difference between a rival and a brother. A rival just takes the throne. A brother lights your life on fire and hands you the match.

My brother and I, we had always been so close, but now it felt like we were strangers. "This is going too far, Alex. I will not support abduction of minors, whatever their origin may be." "Who cares? They are insignificant, filthy and deserve to suffer!" My brother spat, revealing more of his bestial side. "What about all those human girls who ended up being molested or killed due to your lack of self-control? You have some serious issues, and they need to be properly addressed, brother. Your obsession with blood and power has become extreme and increasingly erratic, bordering on being unmanageable. You need help."

My brother and Chelsea had fixed their wedding, and then gravity went after Chelsea, and he being more handsome and has more money, and was generous to a fault, he easily bought Chelsea, and started sleeping with her. When my brother got to know about it, he sorts to kill gravity, but the group he hired, refused to kill him, saying that he was their friend. The group decided to punish him buy drugging him, taking video of him having sex with a woman and posting it to every social media in the country and even outside the country.