Emiru Brother Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t expect to be familiar to anyone. I heard Rebekah call you Lord Emor. Are you here for the dinner tomorrow?” “Indeed I am,” he confirmed. “Or rather, I am here to meet you, my Luna. My brother sent for me the moment he heard. I arrived not long before you did.” “Your brother?” I asked. “This is Lord Larkin’s younger brother, Emor Larkin,” Rebekah clarified. “Yes, I prefer to use my first name. Lest someone dare confuse me with my curmudgeonly sibling,” he said with a wink and a playful grin.

Xiomar’s POV “You should have let me beat the shit out of him,” Emilio growled as we came out of the basement. “I had him right where I wanted, and you just caved.” I rolled my eyes and sighed at my brother's theatrics. “We cannot afford to kill him now. Not when he is still laying there.” “Then when?” He hissed angrily. “I want him dead.” “Soon, brother,” I assured him. “Agent Brody will meet his demise and all of us will piss on his grave.”

“Who is your brother?” He had heard what Emily said, but it made no sense to him. Brother? What was she talking about? “You are my elder brother,” Emily said again, smiling as she tried to move closer to him. But Denovon tightened his hold on her arm, pulling her back again. Emily hissed quietly in annoyance and flashed him an unhappy look, but Denovon didn’t care. He refused to let her touch Reuben again. Reuben looked between them, disbelief clear on his face. “What are you saying? I’m not your brother,” he said coldly, his brows furrowed. “I’m Reuben Rowland. Don’t confuse things that don’t exist.”

Waiting for everyone in the class to leave, Elmer said aggressively, "What?" "Oi, are you really angry?" "Damn it, you helped that brat but you didn't help your brothers, and now you're surprised because I'm angry?" Emma waved to 'that brat', waited for people to come to her side, then put an arm around her shoulder, "Elmer, he's my brother now too." Luxstay looked at Emma in amazement. Elmer was more surprised than he was, looking from one person to another for a moment, then finally pulling Emma aside.

It was rare for her to see him this vulnerable, making her take another risk of believing in him. Pulling him into a hug, they stayed like that for a while without saying a word as if they were still trying to comprehend what just happened. Emery, then, broke the silence. “Your brother… he is not my lover. I… I just want to make it clear to you.” Pulling her closer, the king replied, “I know, he just told me the other day. He said that you are simply a younger sister in his eyes.”

“But promise me, Emery… promise me you’re not suffering alone.” Emery blinked rapidly, the tears burning her eyes. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, forcing her voice into steadiness. “I promise. I’m okay, Mom. Don’t think about me just focus on getting stronger, please.” There was a shuffle, and then a younger, brighter voice broke through the line. “Emery!” Her brother. Emery’s heart squeezed painfully as her little brother’s laughter filled the silence. “Emery, guess what? I scored the highest in math this week! The teacher even said I could be an engineer someday.”

she explained. “damn,” Lucius punched his fist into thin air. “I do not want to kill my brother,” Lucius heard himself say. And Emelda’s heart went out to him again. Here he was, thinking of his brother’s life while the brother in question had the intention of killing him. “Your highness,” Emelda called him, she didn’t even know that she had addressed him as royalty but something in her subconscious needed a reminder that he was king and that she recognized him as one. Battle or not.

Emilio looked at his brother but didn't utter a single word, at least I know Elijah could silence him. Elijah's eyes settled on me, enough to catch my attention and he soon sensed my irritation. Having to deal with two brothers was enough of a headache, it was like running a nursery with Emilio and Elijah was just like a teenage boy, playing for keeps but also not knowing his players, and quite pleasing, watching them crumble at my nonchalant smirks and uninterested eyes. "Your wife is a real meanie"Emilio says pouting at his brother and pointing his index finger at me.

Her mother clasped Emmie’s hands in hers and nodded. “Yes, my dear. You have a brother. From what he has told me—and from Mr. Crampton said about last evening’s party, I think you have already met Elias.” “I have?” “Yes. He was the one that caught you climbing a tree.” Stunned, Emiline couldn’t speak for a few moments. I have a brother? Why did it have to be him? “But Mother, he was very rude! I cannot possibly have a brother who is that spiteful.”

“You expect me to tolerate that snake in my own home for a damn month?” “I expect you to act like a man who understands the importance of family,” my father replied smoothly. I let out a humorless laugh. “Family?” I shook my head. “Victor isn’t my family.” “He’s your only remaining brother.” I went cold. “No, he’s not.” My grip tightened on the phone. “My only recognized brother is—” I swallowed hard, forcing the name out— “Emilio. And he’s dead.” A brief silence. Then, my father exhaled.