Dabi Brother Novels & Stories

Nica’s brow furrowed at the question. “Don’t tell me you were the one who exposed my location to him...” “I was just returning the favor, Nica,” Dimitri smirked. Nica clenched her fists, her eyes burning with fury. “It turns out your family is just a piece of work. Your adopted father—a pervert. Your mother—a coward. And your brother... a psycho,” Dimitri chuckled mockingly. Nica’s hands shot out, grabbing Dimitri’s collar and pulling her close. “Watch it,” she warned.

If Damien is sick they would care for him, If Rico was bullied they will fight for him and if Kobe got a detention they will joined him there, sleeping or doing homework together. Damien Clarke-David, Rico's adopted brother. He was orphaned when he was still three because his parents died in a car accident. He’s a very charming guy with that cute British accent. He was the master mind of all pranks and if you find out that you can't find your shoe, he's the one to be blame.

’ he asked, his gaze flicking back to Abdullah. ‘This is Abdullah al Bakir, Sheikh of a northern desert tribe and Sheikh Omer Ibrahim’s older brother. He is the rightful heir to the throne of Dubai.’ Amira felt the sudden surprise tense Abdullah’s body, felt it in herself. She’d spoken with a certainty she felt right through her bones.

My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but one of the other Brothers yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped. “Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban smirked, “Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you,” the brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse th

“She’s our sister. Not a chess piece. Lorenzo would destroy her spirit. I’ve seen how he operates. We can find another alliance. One that doesn’t involve selling her off to a monster.” The conversation continued. Surprisingly, my three brothers were united against the match. They didn’t want their baby sister with a man like Lorenzo. The protectiveness in their voices warmed me even as it surprised me. They argued for almost an hour, voices rising and falling. Dante was the most vocal, the heir stepping up in a way I hadn’t seen before. I slipped away before they finished, my heart became a little lighter. My brothers were fighting for me. The first real crack in Father’s authority.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

And Dane …" she said, pausing melodramatically. "Well, you'll just have to see." My gut performed a peculiar somersault at the sound of his name. Dane. My older brother guardian figure; the one who'd found me lying beside my parent's throats when I'd been five years old. For taking me to safety, chasing after the assassins despite being a boy himself, and taking in a girl he didn't have to. The man who taught me to ride a bike, stood up to my bullies, and hugged me when I cried over being different from all the others, a human among wolves.

“So… parents?” The word landed like a slap. My gaze locked on the road ahead. Jaw clenched. “Gone.” He tensed beside me. “Shit. I-I’m sorry.” “It was a long time ago,” I said flatly. He didn’t push. After a moment, he asked, “Got any siblings?” “Nope.” “I’ve got a little brother,” he offered, a smile audible in his voice. “Caleb. He’s a menace, but he’s my favorite human. Smart as hell. Talks back to everyone. I’m convinced he’ll either run the world or blow it up.”

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

Liam asked trying to smile for his brother. “The Jodans are thinking I do not know anything. They fucking want mom's property that she invested before losing all her money on our father, and they are just waiting for me to turn twenty, So they can take over mom's property," He said. “You are coming with me, You are not safe with them,” Liam said with concern. “Don't worry” He smirked, standing from the wheelchair. “David….” Liam was shocked, looking at his brother like he has two heads. He was thinking about how to help his handicapped brother but his brother was fine and standing from the chair like he is normal and good but why is showing to the world that handicapped.?