David Dobrik Brother Novels & Stories

Drake POV Rubbing my eyes, I am going over all the paperwork to catch up on the activities of my brother. We buried my brother yesterday. It was hard for a variety of reasons, but he was my closest confidant. When things went sideways, he was my go-to person. Now I felt lost not having him here. And he was my brother. Explaining to my parents what had happened was tough. They were proud that he helped me rescue my mate. They were devastated they had lost their son.

“Woaw… and how long have you both been together?” “I won't lie, I've lost count. But our anniversary is coming up next month.” “I have always wanted to ask, why didn't I know you as his brother all this while, I mean I was told he doesn't have any other relations, except from his mother who is a widow.” “Really?” Ezekiel burst into laughter. “Yeah, what's so funny?” I blurted. “Nothing, I mean. Sorry for the laugh. You know, my family just has its own issue, I guess Ezra didn't want to share that with you or the family.”

"Wait. Is it the girl?" I look down at it, then at him. I take a step back toward him. David is my father's half-brother. He's in his late forties and at six feet tall, about four inches shorter than me. He's a businessman. Built like he sits behind a desk all day. And he's overstepping. "I've got bigger priorities, Uncle. You handle this. This is what you want. You were never part of our father's business. Keep it that way."

She gathered plates, helping June clean up while the men spoke in low voices. She was slicing cake for storage when she heard someone at the outer door of the house. Briar had barely managed two steps toward the open doorway of Theodore’s study when a man filled it. It was Lucas Kennedy, Damien’s younger brother. He was known to be laid-back. He always had a big grin both in personal situations and when being interviewed on national television as a race-car driver. Cameras didn’t faze him. He was always cool under pressure. And he’d become a sort of adopted older brother in the years Regina had been here. Among the three brothers, his visits home were the most frequent, allowing their childh

His breathing was slow, deliberate. Liam stood by the window. “Adams,” he said, “we’re not brothers. Not really.” Adams didn’t move. “You’re the son of my older brother,David. He died mysteriously in his sleep when you were just a baby. We never got the full story. The autopsy was mishandled. Covered up.” “What?” Adams choked. “David? I don’t… that doesn’t make sense.”

"He's like a brother to me. Has been through everything...his actual brother's death, his father's expectations, building the company from the ground up." "He had a brother?" "David. Died in a car accident when Damon was nineteen. It messed him up pretty badly. Their dad blamed David for being 'too emotional' while driving, which is complete bullshit, but that's Richard Sterling for you." I looked at Damon. He was rigid, his knuckles white around his fork. I didn't know that. Didn't know he'd lost a brother. Didn't know anything about him except that he hated me. "He's not usually this cold," Marcus said quietly, glancing at Damon who was now talking to a business associate. "He's just..."

I asked as he backed me up against the wall. “Chaos happened. They killed ma brudder. I thought I’d kill one o’ them, but they are worse than cockroaches.” It all clicks. C.H.A.O.S. was undercover in the Damned Forsaken, and they killed this man’s older brother. From what I remember, the Derek I knew idolized hiand borderline worshipped his older brotherAll. All he had was his older brother and his mother. “You broke up with me after your brother died. I had no idea you and my Chaos boys were connected.”

My eyes were on them but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Marcus kept talking. "And the strange thing is she barely explained him. She said his name and that was it. Then she was pushing me out the door before I could ask anything else." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She did not want me there, Dominic. She did not want me asking questions. And I cannot for the life of me understand why, because whatever she is going through, I am her brother. I should be the first person she comes to." The hurt in his voice was genuine. I understood it. Marcus and Elena had always been close. Her disappearance had done something to him that he never fully spoke about but that I had watched quietly for

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.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”