Emiru Brother Novels & Stories

The scent of cologne mixed with whiskey and cigarette smoke clung to him. He already knew the culprit. “Lucien, you insufferable hermit!” a familiar voice called, laughter trailing after it. “It’s me. Your older—wait, no, younger, good-looking, and infinitely charming brother, Emilio. In case you forgot who keeps you slightly sane.” Lucien didn’t lift his gaze. “I’m busy.”

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

“Hi, I’m Leo. The awesome, funny, loving mate you’ve been waiting for.” “You forgot annoying.” Princess Ember quipped with a grin, while they huddled behind the stage, relief clear in her expression while they bantered. “Hey, you’re supposed to be my wing sis here!” He protested but it was clear he wasn’t angry, if anything he seemed just as relieved. “You’re her brother…?” Nova asked with confusion. “She’s my honorary, personally adopted baby sis and there’s nothing she can do about it. No take-backsies!” He said, aiming a stern look at Princess Ember who rolled her eyes with a smile of her own.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

My mouth seems to have forgotten how to speak Caelum's name or Kyrie's for that matter. The air is thick, tension evident as the two most masculine men I've ever met stare at each other, and then back at me. Caelum's gaze could burn a hole through me while Kyrie appears plainly jealous. I give myself a mental slap, why the fuck is Caelum staring at me like that? He's married, he can't stare guilt into my soul and besides I have nothing to be guilty of. “Kyrie,” I move from the door, leaving it open. “This is Caelum, Emelia's brother.” I tell him, not sure how else to introduce him except as my best friend's brother.

His voice dripped bitterness. It hit me slow, but heavy. That man—the one who made me feel something I shouldn’t have, was Paul’s stepbrother. I barely heard a word of his speech after that. My heart was beating too fast. Then suddenly his words cut through: “…and this is a moment to thank my greatest supporter. You may not know him as my brother. But tonight, I want everyone to. Thank you, Paul.” He raised his glass. The spotlight swung directly onto us.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

I took a step closer but stopped when her face went blank in fear, “You know I’m not going to hurt you Emily. I’m your brother.” “That’s the thing. I have no idea what you can or cannot do. And you are not my brother…I mourned my brother fifteen years ago, because that was when I lost him. You are just a demon, a monster wearing his skin, so I would appreciate it if you stop acting like we are family - and stop disturbing me.” “Emily….” “My brother isn’t a monster, like you.” She said and gave me a humorless chuckle, “My brother is gone, rest his soul.”

I nearly choked on my drink. It was on the tip of my tongue to remind him that he was the one who insisted on walls. But I swallowed the retort. “I’m not as prim and conventional as you think,” I said, offering a small smile. “I’ll call you Alex.” “Splendid,” he said. “And may I call you Emi?” I hesitated. “It’s Emily. Short for Emilia. My mom was feeling poetic.” I said, talking nonsense to cover my embarrassment as he gave me another of his searching looks