Deku Brother Novels & Stories

But who would have thought the person who gave me that drink was a man who cared about me. "Eh, miss. If you disgust me, I can accompany you here until your friend returns. Just think of it as an apology for my first brother. Sorry, I'm a little stubborn. Anyway, my name is Kazexian. He is the first brother's name is Kim, this is his second brother's name is Kanzuka, this is his third brother's name is Kazame. I am the last brother, Kazexian. What is your name?" said Kazexian introducing himself.

The door sprung open and I gasped out in shock at what I was seeing. " Zeeb?" I whispered in shock as he stepped in with a wide smile on his face " My dear Alberta, finally you are going to be mine, Duke of Habro" I gasped out in shock when he clasped hands with my brother, and that was when it dawned on me… I mustered up courage, as I tried to spit out the venom I had been holding in," How could you brother?"

I asked. Lucas was silent for a while and then said, "Derrek, the warlock's brother, was a fucking degenerate. He got something cloudy rotten in his bones. I took him in as my younger brother, pampering him with everything he wanted. I was... too tolerant for him, so he started to show his true self. He used to be so fucking full of life. But in the end, he became nothing but a fucking disgrace."

So where could she find her older brother? "Where can I find my brother, ma'am?" Kat voiced the question in her mind, looking at Mrs Dewi with all her curiosity. However, at that moment it was cloudy like a lump on Mrs. Dewi's expression. The woman's eyes glazed over. “That's why, despite all the rules, I called your parents, Kat, because I thought you should know.” Mrs Dewi looked deeply at Kat. “Brandon, your older brother, is dead in an accident that happened to him.”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I try to joke hoping she relaxes. “Denu is my brother's magic adviser, she is set to take over as the high priestess once her mother steps down” She says, I feel the love and pride she feels for her friend, through our bond.

She's not a prize to be won, and she certainly deserves better than to be treated like one. Suddenly, Niko pulls out his phone and groans as he glances at the screen. "Shit, it's Dustin. I need to go," Niko says, the displeasure clear on his face. As he leaves, he stops in front of me, his expression deadly serious. "Mace, you're my brother and everything, but if something happens to either of them under your watch, I'll kill you." I don't enjoy being threatened, but I give my Vice President a curt nod.

The stepbrother had been humanized, cornered, and reshaped—not broken, but transformed through shared experience and trust. --- As evening approached, we sat together amidst the puddles, reflections, and crates of the warehouse. The air was lighter, filled with quiet reflection. The stepbrother finally spoke, his voice measured but tinged with respect. “I was always alone. I believed calculation, anticipation, and control were enough. I see now that I was wrong. Trust, coordination, rhythm—they are strengths I never appreciated. You’ve taught me that lesson brutally, yet clearly. I… want to continue learning.”

He was in his own perfect world. Julian didn't move from the shadows. The cold, calculating part of his mind, the part shaped by his mother, began to click into place. His brother had something precious. Something that made him genuinely happy. Something that was entirely separate from the world of Aethelgard Corporation. inheritance, and their fractured family. And therefore, Julian wanted it.

“But we must be practical.” “Practical?” I snapped, claws of indignation showing. “Say it plainly what are you asking? To present women at court? To call others forward to secure the line? Was all your sudden warmth tonight a bargaining stroke?” He did not flinch. “It is not that simple. There will be gatherings. My brothers will sit in counsel, and I need the support of your father. Many think Arden is the more likely choice for succession; his birth gives him claim and many favor him.”