Elder Brother Novels & Stories

Olivia asked “Different mom. The one in SF is my biological mother, Damian’s too.” “WHAT? Wait, you and Damian are siblings?” Olivia looked shocked “Yes!” I answered shortly “How come, I mean the two of you don't share the same surname, for example!” Olivia was curious I smiled, then I said, “Let me continue the story. So, I told you that Anna dated Damian’s brother. He is Chris, and it turned out that Chris and I are twins. When we were born, my dad, who is Damian’s mom's sibling, exchanged me with his dead son and turned me into Davis'. He separated me from my biological mother, from Damian and Chris. I found out about this because of Anna. I dated her for a while when she was working with

"I was born on May 23, 1513 so that would make me 498 years old. I am the youngest son of Desmond and Helena Kolinkar. My brother's name is Darren. He was born three years before me." I pulled a face playfully, "Eww. You're old." He gasped, pretending that he was hurt with my insult, "I am not that old." I rolled my eyes and frowned, "You never talk about your family." He shook his head, scowling even more, "There's nothing to tell about my family. All they care about is status and heritage. It sickens me. I didn't want to be an Elder. It was suppose to be my brother who would take over father's place, but he was unsure about him. He didn't trust him, so he turned over the position to me. I

Axel typed: “Did he suspect something?! Wait, who let you call me by my name? Call me big brother.” Elvis typed: “No, you only came out a few minutes earlier than me. If I was the first one to be taken out of mom’s belly, I would be your big brother.” Axel typed: “Even if I’m one second earlier than you, I’m still your big brother. Call me big brother.” Elvis typed: “Axel.” Axel typed: “Do you want a beating?” Elvis: “A fight? Even if I give you both hands, you can’t beat me.”

After pondering for a while, he shook his head and responded, "I don't have a sister." Margret didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When she had given birth to Ten Ten, Charlie Jr. was in a coma. As Charlie Sr. spoke up, he clarified, "When your sister was born, you were still in a coma, Ten Ten. Caleb here is actually your older brother, Junior." Ten Ten, displaying her intelligence, greeted Caleb by saying, "Little Ten Ten greets brother Junior." Caleb's expression immediately changed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, causing Margret to feel anxious. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her concern evident.

I ran my hands through my hair. ...... Writer's POV Elder Wealth stood in the large room with his family. His wife was present, along with his first son, Derek, his second son, Richard, and his first daughter, Delia. "You're not thinking clearly. My son would never do that," Elder Wealth's wife said bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've already lost two of my children in the war, and it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm still alive..." "That's exactly why I agree with Father," the first son snapped suddenly. "I lost my two siblings in that war because of him. I'm completely on board..."

"How is that?" "I don't know. I guess he's just one of a kind. I remember mom telling me about one of our first elders and great grandfather also being like that. Our great grandfather ended up dying at age 14 though." My brows furrowed. "Wait, does that mean your brother will die early too?" He chuckled. "Oh, no. He was just sick. The elder lived up to 21 years. But died before I was born. And she was the toughest warrior in our pack." I nodded.

The two of them had a great difference between them. Noel’s words successfully helped Brook in understanding the complicated relationship between these people. He mumbled as he widened his eyes, “In this case, it doesn’t matter if Oliver or Calvert becomes the Eleventh Elder’s last disciple as they would represent that the First Elder had won. On the other hand, the Second Elder would only win if Gresham becomes the Eleventh Elder’s last disciple.”

Let me hope he is truly being generous and he doesn't expect anything from me. "Am Elena " I say simply. "What a very nice name " he complements. I don't know what is wrong with me and being complemented these days. "By the way I am Brad " he says. "So stop that act of calling me sir, it makes me look so old. I am only 25 years old " he adds. I still just cannot believe that they are brothers, he seems to be the total opposite if his brother. The other is nothing like kind to any one.

I didn’t even have a photo. The last sibling was Ethan’s oldest sister, Estelle. She was my age, twenty, and utterly beautiful. I was afraid her elegance would make her cold and distant like my stepmother, but she was every bit as warm and welcoming as the rest. She was also a mother, with a two year old twin sons. Estelle took me aside while Eli and Erma set the table. She said she knew about my pup, and she’d make sure no one pestered me. She also promised that I wouldn’t be confronted with the babies until I was ready to see them.

"Had enough of courtly frivolities, Elara?" I chuckle softly, grateful for her light-heartedness amidst the weighty atmosphere. "It's certainly a different experience. But I'm doing my best to navigate it." She nods in understanding. "I know it's overwhelming, but you'll get the hang of it eventually. At least my brother knows how to make it fun. But whenever uncle Eldric is around it’s always so grim.” I know she has a love-hate relationship with her brother. She insults him and can’t stop talking about how she’ll kick him if he hurts me but at the same time, she can’t stop complimenting him for his good deeds.